Anarchy: A.Joker Story - 1

Chapter 1: Court Room and The Jester

“All rise” said the Court baliff. The Judge, in his mid-60s, was just making his way to the seat. Stupid old oaf that he is, he doesn’t realize the significance of the moment which he had at hand. All his life, he was just bringing the hammer down on proceedings without any consent of the accused!! I mean how the hell can someone be so naïve and not ask the accused whether he is actually guilty? Why doesn’t someone abide by the testimony of the person committing the felony!!! This is what I call a state of anarchy.

“Johnny Chester, you have been found to be guilty of the charges applied onto you by the State of California. Please let me know if you have anything to say about the conviction”

Jackass…with my mouth heavily bandaged, he expects me to challenge the decision made by multi-breed, beefed up a**holes who think that the system has hired them to do a job!!!! Wake up you SOBs, the system is playing you like a violin and you are just as f**ked up as my mouth is right now!!!!

Looking at this Judge simply makes me sick! I mean this is a guy who has came out of 3-4 school and thinks he can decide the fate of millions of people? What a sorry state of affairs!! But the real reason I feel gutted is that this jackass resembles my father. However, my dad was better than him. My father was a drinker! You know that term “womanizer”? My father was not at all that..but he was definately a “woman basher”. That SOB used to hit women only becoz he knew that the guys would f**k his a** if he ever messed with him. All around my childhood, I kept hearing “Johnny, the man is the king and he should be treated like one”. Then the king of our house used to go and kick the living hell out of his queen aka slave! I saw him you know. The fire in his eyes, the coldness in his voice…he was one scared cat I tell you. He made me watch, the way he kicked my mother’s guts in and then raped the shit out of her as a way to “console” her. I used to enjoy his rage sometimes, that’s becoz he used to pass out and I got a chance to watch television…that Saturday night shit still cracks me up!!! Anyways, his heaven was halted the day someone heard my mom die. That’s the day I realized 2 things:

1. Guts have a limited life expectancy
2. My dad cries like a girl….the 4 cops and the neighbours showed me that part

That was the day I last saw my dad…couldn’t tell whether he was crying tears or blood but then people like these do make a whale of an impact on your life right? Foster parents were really nice but they did suck the fun out of fun…I became a good boy!! Hehehehahahahhehehe

Anarchy: A.Joker Story - 2

Chapter 2: The Love of My Life

Well, as the judge kept rambling on with the convictions that I had achieved, he kept on referring to me as “The Accused”. Man, how can names just change right? Just a few years ago, I was addressed as “Johnny Chester, the Jester”. The guy who was the center of everyone’s entertainment, the person on whom everyone can wipe their hands and feet and this person won’t respond to anything! Seriously time has changed. Now I am the center of attention but I am having my own version of fun!!

Well I had a wife, my high school sweetheart, nothing very fancy, not a head turner but my very own doll. I loved her!!! She was a hard to get chick I tell you. Anyways, through my college days of being called a clown, getting elected as a Prom Jester, she warmed up to me on that very night…figure everyone likes a wit cracking nut right? Anyways, she was honestly the most beautiful person I had ever seen. She did have a very huge smile...you see... The one which I am currently wearing? It was as if she had just swallowed an ostrich egg and turned around to tell its tale. Well I was happy with her…but then a funny thing happened…it all came to a crashing halt.

Life, I believe is always about ups and downs. You go up and you come crashing down. It’s like ying and yang…apples and oranges…blah and bluh!! The up was when I married her…boy I haven’t had that much fun in my life until just recently but we will get to that later. Everything was just like a fairy tale you see…fate had painted me a very beautiful picture…the irony is that fate pissed on it while signing at the bottom.

My wife was a fun loving gal. But fun came at a price….a broad price…you know banking pressures are more than a mouth full for anyone…the market as life goes up and down and down and up…Due to these moments, I got into a lot of shit…I mean huge pile of it! My wife, darling that she is, got fed up of my absence and my dark mood during our little family dinners…she advised me a lot…”Johnny, smile!! Let’s see a smile on that face…it’s our anniversary”. Don’t mistake I loved my life but when the system screws you, getting a smile is just as difficult as using a blunt knife to kill someone in 1 stroke!

She got the taste of vodka and when she did that, she and her gal pals got into gambling a lot…and I mean a lot!! A banker knows when he says…”A LOT”. Anyways, under the effects of this pure liquid, she did go deep with those “glorified accountants”, dumbasses lending hard cash in exchange of a favour!! Those bloody sharks wanted an interest over the payment…as lucky as I could be that time, my purse was as dry as sand. So I couldn’t help her and she was f**ked. She came home crying like a little girl with a face which looked like someone just ran a damn truck over her...her smile intact of course. She went to God in my arms as I wondered…..how can a banker pay for a funeral which he didn’t ask for?

You know, that moment, when she died in my hands, I came to know what she truly was! She looked up to me and told me that life is all about choices, I can either choose to bury her and run out of the state or I can choose to get my butt kicked and try and get back some retribution! I choose the latter! So, I left on my journey to bring the people to justice who killed my wife and that changed me forever…literally…hehehehehahahahehehe!!!!!

Anarchy: A.Joker Story - 3

Chapter 3: Drawing Cards

I am a man of simple tastes. I got into a simple school, was beat up by simple bullies, married a simple girl…was about have a simple family…that’s when things got complicated. The entire world around me crashed and burnt! I remember the court room trials which I had. Those were fun! That was the day I realized how fragile the system really is! How people just screw with the system as a whore…stuff her up real nice in the night and pay before leaving in the morning. They tried to stuff me but I, at that time was like a thanksgiving turkey that had animal rights issues! So they did the next best thing….they paid the judge…The judge had his own agenda…..he turned the trial on me on grounds of Wife abuse!! I mean..Do I look like my Father you a**hole? However, the trial did help me…it made me realize that if you are going to dig a bottomless pit, you start from the top!

Scouting your opposition is the best job in the whole world. It has its own perks…but above all it just give you a feeling of stalking your prey…and then as all hunters do, you get to pounce on it and kill it for good….the trials were only just the beginning…I wasn’t even interested in convicting them you know….I wanted them to pay…Pay for the little “fun” they had in recovering the money my wife owned them…These people were definitely weird! They moved in packs and so close to one another, they would make a gay parade look like a jog in the park! Boy, the “bodyguards” were a bunch of sissies…No guts…The 1^st one of them cried like a little girl left alone at a fuel station by her mommy when I slit his throat…Mind you, people say that the 1^st kill is always the difficult one…That’s just a bunch of bull, for me, the 1^st kill came shortly after the judge laid down the law while munching on the cash stashed in his wallet…It was nice and easy…This a**hole was having an ham burger outside a church that day…I walked up to him and said, “How you doing mate?” and bam! I f**ked his face with a baseball bat…Then all that was standing between him and death was his skin….tough hide that SOB had…took quite an effort to get it ripped open!

Well the unique thing about life is that whenever you do something out of the ordinary, your name suddenly gets into circulation. This henchman was just one small guy but the novice that I was, I left traces of my presence during his death!! The one thing I learnt then was to clean up before you leave no matter what business you do!! Anyways, the gang who crapped all over my wife became aware of my presence as a merciless killer and they did try to get their hands on me. Do you know the funny side? I wanted them to do it!

So, I waited, whaling my time away at a cheap diner on a happening Friday night, when another “bodyguard” came by to pick me up. I obliged, keeping him in the dark about my true intentions. He took me inside the car and locked the door. That was the last act he carried out in his life, becoz with a 12 inch machete inside his stomach, going gutful work would be really difficult! Just as I was cleaning the knife off his expensive Red coloured suit, his phone rang…The gentleman that I am, I checked who was calling. The understanding of that answer was the real bomb! Its not everyday you find out that your latest victim is the son of the top dog!

Oh well, that was it. I knew that moment itself that the end was here. The swansong was about to be sung and my machete just helped in fine tuning the orchestra. The top dog was devastated. He wanted revenge and he wanted it quickly. My mouth was watering with the proposition, but you know me, I don’t like to do anything stupid. So I asked for a meeting, again same diner same time tomorrow. I promised the topdog that I would be at my best behavior and would leave my knife at home. The mistake was – I didn’t ask him to do the same.

So, there I was, alone and waiting for the top dog to arrive. The clock struck 9 and he arrived, but with his entire fleet!! The diner had to bare a very hefty repair cost as I spent the next 20 mins bouncing off walls, tables, glass! My a** was kicked to a bloody pulp but I wasn’t killed…yet…You know what? That was his mistake!!heheehahahahahehehahehahaahha