Chapter 1: Preparing For a Long Great Friday

After I found myself saying 'poof' when I killed John Amaechi, I knew I had to take a short break from this bloody island. I understood the dialect and the culture of England but I really didn't want to have anything to do with it, cause I can't stand the dialect and the culture. I actually lived here for a year in Liverpool back around 1979-1980. I joined a foreign exchange student program so that I can leave my hometown because I thought any place was better than my hometown. However I was very wrong, in about three months I wanted to go back home but due to the program I couldn't. So I tried to make the best of it. I made some new friends, joined a group, find myself going to Anfield Stadium to watch Liverpool matches. Between then and now I visited the country a few times, each time causing more hell than the last, and hating this country more than before.

For the next 2 1/2 weeks I went to various places in Europe: Spain, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Croatia. I had lots of fun, lots of partying, and lots of women! I'm glad I took the time off because I probably would end up with a nervous breakdown. After my short European trip I returned to England and stayed at Fenner's place. I relaxed for two days just to get back some of the energy from the partying and sex. Now today is Good Friday and it's time for me to straighten out the situation again. It was around 5 AM and I was enjoying a cup of tea with some wheat toast in the kitchen when Fenner came by.

"Morning mate, how are you doing?"

"Fine thank you, I'm just having a cup of tea with toast."

"Pretty plain breakfast."

"Yeah, I didn't want anything heavy."

"I understand. So what are your plans for today?"

"It's gonna be a long and busy one today. First I'm gonna go to the Midlands to visit Frances Myers then Kris and Selena. Then I'm coming back to London to take care of the released Julies, I have a hunch on them. After that I'm gonna pay a visit to your former boss Neil Graying and his boy-toy Bobby Darren, and finally I'll pay a visit to someone well known."

"Who could that be?"

"I can't tell you for now, but when the time comes I will tell you."

"Hey mate, do you think you're gonna need some assistance today? You got your hands full of those people to deal with." Jim said to me.

"Those People? I've shit 'em."

Jim looked at me like I don't really know how much I'm dealing with. I should have taken his advice at that time, for I would regret it later on. God, I can be too stubborn for my own good.

"OK, take care mate."

"Take care yourself."

First before going to the Midlands I went to a cathedral since it's the nearest religious building nearby. I'm not a Catholic (thank God) but since it's Good Friday I felt like it was my duty to pray to God. I tried to get that stupid Idol Worshiping Catholic church to hire me so I can 'cleanse' the church from those dirty homo pedophile priests, but they wouldn't let me do it for 'unknown' reasons… I entered in the building and found a few other people praying in the seats. I then sat down and started to pray:

"Dear Lord, give me the strength to Lay The Smackdown on those people, give me the ability to slam them through tables without getting a splinter, allow me not to get burnt when using a branding iron to label them on their foreheads, teach me the ways to put them in their places, and help me humiliate them to the fullest of my ability, Amen."

After my visit to the church I left and drove straight to the Midlands. I'm gonna be to those people what the Irishmen were to Harold Shand in the movie The Long Good Friday, a destructive force that can't be stopped.

END OF PART 3, CHAPTER 1