Benimamet News

Benimamet has lately seen an influx of what are coming to be called The Zombies. I don’t know what drugs these people are taking, but there is an entire community of them that wander around the streets in an absolute stupor stumbling around, often yelling at objects of distraction (hands and articles of clothing seem to be a popular target for the vented outrage). They gather in the fields behind my apartment building. When I look out my window, I can see them milling about in the fields like fish bugs from a recently overturned rock. They didn’t generally stray from the fields but to get money.

Tuesday December 5, 2006 (true story)
A dazed gentleman wandered up from the fields with two others in tow. They made there way through the streets, past the stone church, beyond the fountain, on the other side of the old town hall (before the ever reaching fingers of Valencia grasped onto it). His objective was money and his persuasion was his knife. How this young man came to choose his target remains a mystery. Together the three of them feeling more astute and aware as the surge of adrenaline poured through them walked into through the door ignoring the chimes and rings of the neon slot machines. They ignored the sedimentary layers of chatter that upon evaluation could determine the originator and point of the buried conversation. They walked directly to the man behind the bar. Our hero (up to this point his name has not been released) pulled out the steel 7 inch enforcer and thrust it towards the man behind the counter demanding all of the money from the cash register. Continuing to wash the beer glass in his hand, the man made no moves to the nature of the request, however perplexing our hero by an unexpected look of familiarity. The man’s mouth was moving and the beer glass was gently set on the counter while the man kindly reached across. Our hero in a panic began thrusting blindly at the air being squeezed closer together between him and the man. Upon the instant revelation of the familiarity of both the face of the man and the bar belonging to his father, our hero fled the bar leaving his comrades behind in a stunned gaze and ran upstairs locking himself in his bedroom threatening to kill himself should anyone ever speak of the incident again.