The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 6

With a head full of irate bluster, Isaac blasted out of the small, white building in front of his father like a madman on a mission. The second he reached his dad's car, he slammed his fists on the roof as hard as he could.

"Isaac, hitting things isn't gonna make the situation any easier." Mr. Mercer rationally explained as he walked around to the driver's side and got in.

Isaac waited until his dad unlocked the other door before he jumped inside and slammed the door behind him.

"What does he mean," 'I don't have any experience?' "What kind of experience do you need to clean toilets?" He yelled while wiping sweat from off his forehead. "Ain't this about a blip?"

"You gotta understand something, son, there's a lot more to being a janitor than just cleaning toilets. Besides, Mr. Wallace already has a full staff. He said that he'll give you a call when something opens up again." Mr. Mercer calmly clarified before cutting on the ignition and pulling away onto the street.

"Yeah right, and when something does open up, that jive turkey will probably forget all about my black ass!"

"Cut that out!" Mr. Mercer scolded. "God never once promised any of us an easy life. Times are tough for everyone right now. People are losing jobs left and right. Gas is drying up. It's our hardships that make us stronger people. You'll find something. Besides, you've got a wedding to plan."

Isaac just turned his head in disgust and remarked, "What good is a wedding when the husband doesn't even have a job? I promised Lynn that I would help her out. Now what?"

"Now, you trust in the Lord. You have to allow him to take control of the situation."

Isaac rolled his eyes in silent frustration at his father's constant religious intervention. To him, it was like dousing a cup of acid on an already gaping wound.

As they drove along the decaying side streets of Cypress, it suddenly donned on Isaac as to just where he was at that moment. He had been away for only two months, but yet, it was those two months that seemed to make all the startling difference in the world when it came to his ugly urban surroundings.

Once tall, busy downtown buildings had tragically succumbed to the plight of an economic slump. Crippled and dilapidated structures layered almost every corner of the vicinity. Most businesses, which had been around since the turn of the century, had become mere shadows of a more vibrant and industrious yesterday; a bittersweet reminder of a once thriving metropolis known as Cypress, Ohio.

As they passed by a Dairy Queen, Isaac caught himself fondly recalling a childhood memory where he was holding his mother's hand as they both walked down the strip to the restaurant on hot summer days. The mini-mall that was located just across the road from where his father would take him every other weekend to buy comic books was by then only a convenient store that had a store closing sign posted on the front window.

Those and many other institutions had been shut down for months and years, and still Isaac could not seem to get it into his head that time had passed him by seemingly overnight.

Every so often he would glance over at his father, who by then needed his glasses to drive even in the daytime, hunched over the steering wheel as though seeing the road ahead of him was a million dollar challenge. The mightiest man in the world had the striking appearance of a feeble senior citizen who looked as though he were ready to fall asleep at a moment's notice.

All Isaac could do was soak in every remembrance, past and present, sigh and shut his eyes. The feeling of hopelessness squeezed the life out of him.

Mr. Mercer began to giggle to himself before saying, "I feel like a woman every time I think about you and Lynn getting married."

Isaac snapped out of his disparaging trance and muttered, "Whaddya mean?"

"I just wanna plan everything, from the invitations, right down to the kind of tux you'll be wearing. Your mama sure would be happy to see you getting married. Yes, sir, that woman sure loved her some weddings."

Isaac's sorrowful mood wasn't dissipating, but just for a few glimmering seconds, just seeing his father's gushing face seemed to relieve a tiny measure of pressure enough for him to breath.

As they tooled along, unexpectedly, out of the corner of his eye, Isaac took notice of the Tri-State Savings & Loan bank building to his right that they were speeding by. His head had to take a double spin backwards just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Do you think I can find a job soon, dad?"

"Sure you can." Mr. Mercer exhaled. "There's still plenty of work out there, you just have to keep on looking."

Isaac relented. He held back as much as he possibly could, fighting the temptation like a wild, rampaging animal...but it was too much to stomach.

"Dad...can you let me out here?" He sheepishly uttered.

"Right here, at this stop light?"

think I saw a help

turn around and wait until

home and get some rest? I'll catch the bus

Mercer pulled the car over. Isaac

neared his destination, that was all the more he realized

front of the bank building

garage, ignored the sign and entered through the surprisingly unlocked front

closed!" A loud, angry voice yelled from the

approached an ajar door he braced himself and barged his way through to spot one young, skinny, light skinned, shirtless man seated at a table snorting lines of what looked to be cocaine, and a large, heavily bearded black man

said we're fuckin' closed, motherfucker!" The shirtless man hollered as he looked up

tone, the large man, with a black knit hat on his head, announced, "Look who it is, Larry,

from his nose, Larry slurred, "What the fuck? Put

too much to where he was within

get in here,

"The front door was

corner came trotting a female Doberman pincher who skittishly shuffled past Isaac on her way to a nearby tool table where she eventually cowered underneath. Isaac began to move towards

stumbling towards Isaac. "She's still afraid of you, brother," he grinned. "So, what brings you back here after

I just came by to see how things were going." Isaac stuttered while maintaining a vigilant eye on Marvell, who in turn had both of his eyes locked on

real will, my nigga. Look around you, business is boomin'!" Larry proclaimed with outstretched arms. "Jimmy The Peanut is already lookin'

brazenly snatched it away before placing it beside him instead, not

for a couple of hundred. You know how he gets whenever someone holds out

"Lucky? Whaddya mean,

"You getting' married, aint'

"How'd you find out

is ain't L.A. or New York." Larry tossed up his hands. "It doesn't take long

"No...not really," Isaac bowed his

"So, you and that fine ass Lynn are finally tying the knot, huh? Man, if that were my woman I'd be smiling from ear to ear. What's

Isaac reached back into the furthest corner of his brain to try and

into Isaac's face and asked, "What, did you come back to

"I just came back to see how you

began to laugh out loud at Isaac's seemingly innocent response, as

me. Why are you back here?" Larry persisted on, only in a more serious

ahead of him. It was already warm inside the garage, so it was no surprise to Isaac that he would be sweating buckets while two dangerous men

some jive about how sorry you are that you just up and left the way you did. Is that it, Isaac? You wanna apologize for acting like a fool the way you

seat, strolled over to the table where Larry was snorting cocaine and picked up a Phillips wrench. He then began to toss the tool back and forth in his

Staring deep into Isaac's face, Larry questioned, "Where did you

Isaac stuttered while smelling Larry's

see, I got it in my head that you was up to no good back in November. If you wanted in on the operation, why didn't you just say

man?" Isaac nearly lost

"C'mon, Isaac, you didn't have to go behind

I don't know what you're talkin' about, man." Isaac began to squirm. "Okay, you want the truth? Fine. I

"Fuck a job!" Larry screamed as he pounded his right fist on the table beside him. "You make a deal with those

"Jamaicans," Isaac turned

happens? You pissed off the wrong person, and they let their dogs loose on

"Larry," Isaac hysterically panted, "you know I ain't never dealt with that shit! We've known each other since the fifth grade, man!

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