Accepted

Clinging on a rusted fire escape ladder on a side of a brick apartment building, while staring at the red framed window I was directed to find, ripping the wooden framed window open getting red paint chips all over my hands, ’finally, its open’ I stuck my head in first and looked side to side before stepping in, I realized this apartment has nothing no kitchen, bathroom one big empty room, the only thing I can see is a round green carpet in the center of the room. Pulling out my phone to re-read the e-mail that sent me on this fox hunt.

The E-mail.

1. Find the red framed window in union square.

2. No key, get in through the window it’s always open

3. The color of the carpet is your acceptance, if white your application has been declined, if green you have been accepted.

4. If the carpet is green than welcome to Dead Solar! Look under the carpet and you should see a typed letter.

5. Do what the letter says, we will see you soon.

Well shit, looks like I'm in, before looking under the carpet I looked out the window to see if anyone was watching than slammed it shut... its seems crazy to think I'm doing all these stunts to be a part of some organization that I don’t even know if it exists, and plus this could be a complete set up by some black-market kidnapping ring for some of the organ concentration camps that I've been hearing about, but yet I still took that risk. Reaching my hand out to lift the carpet I hear a knock on the window ‘what the fuck!’ I screamed on top of my lungs... fuck man its some other idiot looking to see if he had been accepted, honestly he had a look of disappointment when he seen me, after helping him to open the window he looked at me and spoke.

: ‘Wow, this is what I get after traveling for hours I get you?'

Odd Fellow: 'Wait what? What are you talking about?'

: 'Well, see I was supposed to have a moment of climax and reinvention, but nope here you are taking all my holy glory’.

Odd Fellow: ‘Fine let me get my letter from under this carpet and I'll be on my way.’

: 'No wait you haven’t looked at the letter yet'?

Odd Fellow: ‘No’.

: 'well, see maybe that’s why we are both here? To read it together? '

Odd fellow: 'Maybe, but I was here first so I think I should read it privately than I'll read it out loud.'

: 'Fine, fine, but hurry up! What's your name anyways? '

Odd fellow: ‘odd fellow yours'?

: 'Well since we’re going by our online personalities my name is Anthem, now that we have that out the way fucking read the letter'!

The Letter states:

1. Kill the terabyte or let them live?

2. If killed, drop the body from out the red framed window, if not simply ripe the letter up and come back tomorrow night and a new letter will appear.

Odd fellow: ‘Hey Anthem I don’t think you will like what the letter is saying'.

Anthem: 'Why do you say that? Let me see! '

Anthem snatched the paper out of my hand leaving me a small paper cut on my finger.

Anthem: ‘Holy fuck Odd Fellow would you fucking look at that!’ 'Which one of us is the terabyte huh’?

Odd Fellow: 'Why would they describe one of us as a terabyte’?

Anthem: ‘Well Mr. Odd Fellow what do you do for a living’?

Odd Fellow: ‘nothing special I fix cracked phone screens at the local mall strip, how about you’?

Anthem: 'I'm what you call a professional chemist, I run a drug ring online selling LSD all across North America, sometimes some Chinese customers, honestly I do pretty damn well if you ask me.’

Odd Fellow: ‘So what encouraged you to seek out Dead Solar’?

Anthem: ‘Nothing Dead Solar is a high paying customer of mine, I never met anyone from the organization but they use this apartment as a drop off point for me, I come here once every two months on the 13th, sometimes I see people like you here. This is the first times I've seen someone get accepted in over three years, that’s why I asked you what you did for a living.’

Odd Fellow: ‘What's so special about me?... This is all nuts! I don’t know much about the Dead Solar organization I couldn’t find anything online except of a picture of a dock with the caption saying ‘Truth’ shortly after I received an e-mail saying ‘you found the picture’ with a link to a Dead Solar application, so I did all this to honestly prove this stupid e-mail wrong, but I guess not here I am talking to a worldwide LSD dealer in Union Square after finding a red framed window... This all seems mythical I might be to over my head with this one'.

Anthem: 'Maybe you should turn around and come back tomorrow after all it does say come back if you don’t kill the terabyte, ripe the damn letter up and come back tomorrow you weirdo'.

Odd Fellow: ‘I suppose so huh? … Well, alright.’

As Odd Fellow rips up the letter and gets ready to step out the window onto the rusted ladder escape, Anthem takes out a knife and stabs Odd Fellow four times in the chest and lets the body drop from the red framed window with his limbs smacking the rusted steal.

'You see Odd Fellow, I was here the night before, I chose not to kill the person that came through the window when I was the first one here, I did what you were going to do, but when I came back and seen that someone else was here, I knew what I had to do, especially after I seen you read the letter and seen the expression on your face, I knew that letter was for me! A second chance to achieve my holy glory'.

Orientation

Waking up to my pillow vibrating... fuck... What... Fuck...

“who is this”

‘National Street, Lake side, burgundy dock. 1:00 a.m.’ ... ‘Cheers.’

‘Huh?’ … Right of course they would hang up … I'm not even going to bother to try and call it back … Shit alright let me remember what they said … National Street, lake side, burgundy dock...? ...I Haven't been too National Street in a while... A lot of human trafficking happens there reasoning of me staying far away from National Street; the only time anyone would see me there is to drop off orders to the Chinese Red guards that pick-up containers of drugged up men, women, children... the Red Guards don’t discriminate when it comes to human trafficking, honestly if Dead Solar is a part of this fucked up cycle of foot soldiers of some kind for the Chinese Red Guards than I want out! … I'll still sell them they’re LSD, but I want nothing to do with human trafficking, I've done my fair share of pointless killings, I do have an LSD empire that sometimes needs to be reminded who puts food in their families' stomachs, and who pays for their peace in mind, I kill those who turn on me, I don’t deal with betrayal very well and thieves... I can't stand thieves, but what really gets blood in my eyes is being called a “thief”.

I’ve done deals with private clinical researchers, different types of Government factions that run private psychological studies, so having friends in high places lets me and my team roam freely; technically I have an “license” to manufacture LSD, the CIA orders more kilos of LSD than the damn CCP the (Chinese Communist Party) I drop off 50,000 kilos of LSD six months out of the year to the United States Government... I drop off to the Chinese once or twice a year with 30,000 kilograms every drop off, I've been leaving typed letters in my drop offs explaining why me having an LSD laboratory somewhere in China would make it more simple and cheaper for them... ‘I feed the demon so the demon doesn’t think I'm food; capitalistic tyrants run our globe’.

Getting up from my bed to take a piss... all I hear is arguing, I hear my neighbors arguing every fucking day! If it's not in the morning it’s at night! It's always a screaming match in their backyard, living in a gated wealthy neighborhood is definitely a perk, but not when my newly wedded neighbors honeymoon phase is over. A bunch of Republicans live here and not the redneck ones you might be thinking about either; it seems like the roles have switched here in America, Democrats resemble Republicans and Republicans resemble Democrats now days, even though both sides get funded by the same mouth foaming tycoons that have taken over Capitol Hill ever since 1913.

Walking down my stairs to get a cup of coffee, at the same time rolling myself up a fat joint of Mary Jane, the only female who loves me enough to make me second guess my fucked-up decisions, I remember one night at a drop off I seen the buyer brutally beating this woman in the back of his SUV, I wasn’t going to do anything because believe me if you sell any type of narcotics you learn to mind your fucking business... if not you’ll end up with a mouth full of ants. I had a partner once upon a time; he enjoyed to play Mr. Good-guy during drop offs always doing extra shit letting his philosophical views blind him from making money, one afternoon I received an e-mail from his parents asking if I have heard from, they’re son... I always knew him as James, but he eventually told me to stop calling him by his government out of the blue while driving to a drop off he told me to call him ‘Freedom’... I never replied to his parents due to me not knowing how they got my e-mail, possibly from Freedom but why give my e-mail out to his parents unless he knew something was going to happen to him. Freedom disappeared somewhere in San Francisco that’s what I heard the last time someone unvalued their time and reached out and told me.

I’m constantly indulging myself with knowledge, always finding new ways to express myself through self-education and implementing it if I can, but I honestly live-in despair, and there's no drug, entertainment, knowledge, woman or family that can change that, I'm sure the root of that feeling is much deeper I assume reaching back to my childhood.

Getting dressed to go and start Dead Solars orientation. Always a long drive to the city, it takes four hours sometimes more depending if I have small drop offs along the way, walking out my garage I see a drone hovering over my damn yard... ‘what the fuck is this shit?’ I get very paranoid “it might be the marry”, but it's those individuals I deal with that give me perturbation, getting in my car driving off my driveway turning left.

... fuck I wonder if that drone is a part of Dead Solar; are they tracking me?

DROP OFF

I do have one drop off; this man makes me a laugh a pop belly Canadian that runs a chain of after hour clubs, also a deadly character, he provides me with warehouses around this magnificent country; a whore of a country we all love to fuck until she goes to the bathroom and comes back with a bloody nose and a gun.

ENTERING THE CITY

15 minutes from pop belly’s house, I seen other drones hovering over traffic this time with a license plate scanner...my eyes must be playing tricks on me why the fuck do we have drones policing civilians. For the criminal I am, I have a clean record and I'm not too worried about the police, but honestly things like that pisses me off.

Calling Pop Belly...

Pop-Belly: ‘Anthem how close are you? I sent a drone to make sure you weren’t being followed; the police have gang drones being sent out to known suppliers'.

Anthem: 'I must have taken more drops last night than I thought because today doesn’t seem real, as I was leaving my house a drone was hovering over my yard... '

Pop-Belly: 'Listen before you get upset, let me explain why I needed to send out a drone. '

Anthem: 'Come on man! What the fuck, how did you get my address anyways? '

Pop-Belly: 'That’s what I need to explain... I'm sure you seen the drones with the license plate scanners when you entered the city?'

Anthem: 'Where are you going with this? I'm pulling up any minute now so open the damn gates! '

Honking as I'm speeding up his drive way... ‘look at this fat naive fuck’ .

Pop-Belly: 'You smell like fresh death.'

Anthem: 'Get the product out of my trunk and tell me how you found out where I lived. '

Pop-Belly: 'Or don’t acknowledge what I just said, you are a funny man Anthem, okay follow me... look do you like my new pillars? I added them after reading about ancient wealthy merchants that became rich from the highways of gold; but most westerns know it as ‘the silk road’ the extravagance and the diversity of rare objects being traded on these roads is something today's dealers of all kind can only daydream about'.

Anthem: 'I did not come here to get a history lesson or to come see your new fucking pillars... I'm here to give you what I normally drop off, and recently to find out how the fuck you have my fucking address to my house.'

Pop-Belly: 'You know I love you too much to weigh the product so let's move on to what was dropped off in one of my clubs last night... a little black book with twenty thousand dollars covered in blood stuffed between the pages was sitting on my desk last night until I came in this morning; all I seen on the security cameras was someone dressed in all black with they’re hood up leaving my office... ‘why was it unlocked? That’s something I'm in the middle of finding out’. In this little black book was the names of Central Intelligence agencies members with they’re social security numbers and their home addresses written next to their names...then I seen the name ‘Anthem’ was written in on the last page in red ink with your address and the cities you lived in the past five years, I did not see your government name and I don’t care to know Anthem.'

Anthem: 'Give me the book'.

Pop-Belly: 'Here take it man, I have no use for it i just wanted to make sure my supplier wasn’t in trouble... it's hard to find a loyal dealer now days.'

Anthem: 'I’m glad, it's hard to find loyalty now days as well. I’m happy with the system we have here it’s working out successfully for the both of us. '