The Psychosis of Michael Beard (p6)

At approximately 3:14 AM in a Lousiana household....

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Man on phone ~ "Hello. Whats you favorite color?"

A.R.S. ~ "Black and Crimson camo."

Man on phone ~ "HAHAHA... Howdy Ad! Long time no chat. How goes it?"

Ad R.S. ~ "Aweful Couch, really fucking aweful..."

Couch ~ "Awww... What's up Addy?"

Ad R.S. ~ "I'm being stalked. And he knows about the Texas case."

Couch ~ "Did you have Billy look him up?"

Ad R.S. ~ "Yeah, all he got was gibberish. The stalker switched his files."

Couch ~ "I don't know how he could have gotten the files for the Texas case. Johnny's i-ssassins have long been dispersed. A couple of them still work privately but nothing major since the company disbanded. Hell, I'm pretty sure that all of Monica's files were completely destroyed. I can make some phone calls and see what I can find out. Do you know the guys name?"

Ad R.S. ~ "Thanks Couch. He calls himself Michael Beard, but I doubt that's his real name. Anyways, how've you been?"

Couch ~ "Me? I'm great. Couldn't be better. Just bought out Barton Malow."

Ad R.S. ~ "Wow... how'd you pull that off?"

Couch ~ "Oh... nothing too hard... just a little aggressive persuasion, some number crunching, and a plastic smile."

Ad R.S. ~ "HE SAID THAT! He said that exact phrase. 'Aggressive persuasion' Where in the hell did you pick that up from?"

Couch ~ "I dunno... Just something that popped into my head one day. Might have heard it off a movie or something, beats me. But I'll check into that too if you like."

Ad R.S. ~ "How do I know your not him?"

Couch ~ "Well, other then the fact that I don't have a fucking clue where you left that crowbar and that even with all of my connections I couldn't possibly switch the CIA's files on me with a pile of gibberish, I have no idea, maybe I am your stalker. HAHAHA."

Ad R.S. ~ "I'm sorry. It's just that this whole thing really scares me. And you know me, nothing scares me, but this guy isn't right. He's almost inhuman. I don't know... anyways, how's the rest of your life going?"

Couch ~ "I understand... Well sorta... I'm doing good. Still bachin it. Working 24-7. Going to school in my spare time. Ya know... the usual... Business is life."

Ad R.S. ~ "When are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend Couch? You know, settle down, raise a family?"

Couch ~ "HAHAHA. Me? A girlfriend? Someone like you perhaps? HAHAHA. I couldn't keep up with a girlfriend and you know it. I like my single life. Besides, I can live without sex. It's not fun, but its no harder then going on a diet. How's your romantic life going?"

Ad R.S. ~ "I don't know how you do it... I'm with a new gal at the moment. Janice. She's hot. It's fun. Not much more to tell really."

Couch ~ "Well you should probably let her know about your stalker. If he's as big of a problem as he sounds like, her saftey might be compromised as well."

Ad R.S. ~ "SHIT! I never even thought about her. I gotta call her. I gotta tell her whats up. SHIT SHIT SHIT! I'll talk to ya later Couch. Thanks for helping me out. Sorry I had to call you under such shitty circumstances."

Couch ~ "Its a'ight. I'll see what I can find out. Talk to ya later."

Ad R.S. ~ "Peace out ya'll."