Prepping. What a fuckin' joke. Preppin' for what? Ain't nothing left.

I still got all the ammo. All the cans. MREs. Them shit's can't ever fuckin expire. Fertilizer. Old school. Don't expire none either. Pills. They gave them pills. Speed. Adderall. Double ZZs on the bottles manufactured before '42. All them bishops allowed was Rit. Rit don't do much. Harder to manufacture too. Not useful for the fucking freedom fighters. What fucking freedom? Fucking joke.

I remember he had the two words tatted on him. Nuestra Familia. Homeboy was soft as shit though. I remember that. Everybody in prison tells you you can't cross certain people or do certain things or you're dead–the state makes you a pussy in prison. That's the truth behind that. Homeboy was soft as shit.

Fertilizer in the planter boxes. Some grow as big as a bus. Need a lot of fertilizer for that shit. Lot of water too. The bishop's didn't allow it, they said it corrupted your mind like alcohol corrupted your mind. Probably right honestly. The beaners allow it. Don't give you enough water to grow it though. Or anything. Four gallons a day. What a fuckin' joke. He gives it to me. He allows it. He buys my product, buys my other shit, gave me a license, keeps his men off my back. Made the Impulse pump. Just for me and my product. Nothing's fucking free. Nobody's that fucking kind. The state makes you a pussy, and I'm only human.

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Nuestra Familia. Our family. Makes sense because he called the others daddy. That's what they said anyway. Passed around cell blocks like a fucking library bible. Homeboy soft as shit, stupid enough or confident enough in his daddies to walk around with bling on his neck. Dumb fucking beaners.

An old Model S and a newish Cyber pull up fast enough that I'll see the dust on the trees later. He steps out of the model S and he wears a suit and a tie with Golden bears all over it. Smiling. Two men step out of the Cyber behind him and they carry the California issued S.M.G.s. Both beaners. Smiling.

Hi, how's it going? I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd drop by, check in on everything.

Ok.

How's everything going?

Good enough.

Great. The beaners with their dead eyes. Looking at my chest.

I, I hate to break this to you, but I don't, don't quite know how much longer I can be helping you. I may even need to take your license away.

Really?

There are, certain people in charge, you know? And they, well, they're starting to speculate about this, about the water use. They have all the flow rates and aquifer levels both current and predicted well tracked, well documented. I'm sure you figured that out.

Ok.

Say there were different people in charge. Say there was a certain commander, who, who respected the water rights of property owners, who respected your right to grow what you want on your own land using water from your own land, who, well, who, frankly, wasn't giving your water, the water on your land, the land you've worked so hard to own, to defend, wasn't giving that water to, well, to people not from here. To people who don't know, or frankly even want to know, your culture and your values. To people who come up here and think they deserve your water more than you deserve your water. He stops speaking.

You were in Eugene, weren't you?

Yes.

So you know what it takes to defend your land.

That's what people say.

I respect that. You know I respect that. I'm sure you read the forums, right? You must. And I respect that. We will storm the gates of Eden and retake her. He stops speaking.

You figured out who I am, right?

Yes.

So you know what I'm asking.

Yes.

Ok. Him and the Beaners crawl into the model S and drive leave more dust on the trees. They leave the Cyber.

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The pure always act from love. The damned always act from love. Gave my brother thirty days. Pentobarbital. Painless. Fucking bullshit. Euthanize him like he's some fucking dog, like he ain't nothing. Beaner with the bling. Thirty days or thirty thousand for a twelve month extension. Thirty thousand yen. Forty two thousand euros. One-hundred fifty eight thousand shekels of the New Zion. Euthanize him. Blood staining the porcelain. Staining the tiles. The state makes everyone a pussy.

He's a kayaker so he must have some balls. I know he does. Crazy motherfucker. I met him in the camps when he was a scared starving little boy like everyone else was a scared starving little boy. Eyes darting like a rat. Reminded me of my brother when I have to give him a bath. Nobody gives you a playbook on how to survive in confinement. Nobody tells you you can't cross certain people or do certain things or you're dead. Eyes darting like a rat. Their eyes darted to the middle of my chest. Double ZZ's. AB. He owes me. He knows he owes me.

His eyes dart and look at my brother. Chained to the dog post. Wearing a diaper. Smiling. The others in the St. Mary's institution used to feed him his and their own shit and laugh like fucking coons watching him eat it. Pentobarbital. I hope those fucking niggers got it. I hope it wasn't painless.

The beaners giving you problems?

Little bit man. Nothing I can't handle. I spit.

Yeah.

How's the boys? How are the boys? Dead. At least two of them. The rest in the nigger ranch in Saccie. Getting ghraibed by beaners. Ghraibed by his commanders.

They good. Holding up the best they can.

Good. I spit.

They cut your rations?

Yeah. Good amount man.

I'll get you more. You do this for me I'll get you more.

All I need to do is drive and leave it there?

Yeah. I got you an I.D. and everything. He spat.

Remember I didn't do nothing to you. He didn't do nothing to me. He didn't do nothing to no one. He didn't do nothing for no one. Nothing's fucking free. He knows that as well as anyone.

I know.

Please man, you saved my ass but I didn't do nothing to you. He spat. Our family. He ain't nobody's family. He got no one to go home to, nobody to miss him if he goes missing. Goes to the nigger ranch and gets ghraibed. The state makes everyone a pussy.

I ain't gonna pin it on you. I ain't gonna pin it on nobody. We all getting out of here scot-free man. They ain't gonna be searchin us. They'll be in the camps. Like motherfucking Dachau.

Ok man. I believe you. My brother yanks on his chain.

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AB protects their own. Our Family. Kill a beaner, pay what you can, AB pays the dividend. Get the tat. Simple as that. Dumb fucks. Nothing's ever that simple. You get the double zz's then what are you? Nothing more than a target. Nothing more than a tool. AB protects their own. Just not that well.

I see his location. Ain't close to where he supposed to be. Should've figured this. More afraid of the beaners than he is of me. I would be too. I expected that I would be angry but I'm not. What am I to him? Our family. Family doesn't make you risk everything for them. Doesn't have conditions to favors.

The ammo. The potassium. The lithium. Still have all of it. Need to plug a few wires in. Flip a few breaker switches. They ain't gonna put me back. They ain't gonna euthanize him. Dying for the right cause. It's the most human thing we can do.

The bishops mainly hated the niggers. They didn't like beaners too much but it was mainly niggers they had beef with. They loved AB. Month after I got the tat I was out. Making their rit. Making their bombs. Feeding and bathing my brother, like my mom used to try and feed and bathe him. She had her own demons that I used to blame her for having. I understand her now. Trailer park royalty with no one. Not even a trailer. How can you justify turning down paid clinical trials? Had to work as a janitor and a landscaper to pay the fees for her retard and keep her thirteen year old from cleaning the slaughterhouse floor. How can you justify sleeping?

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The state makes everyone a pussy. Make their rit after they were going to euthanize him. Make their bombs when the Shekels of New Zion had an exchange rate before the Reich, even when Portland was nothing more than the dead space between the stars. What else would you have me do? Our Family. He is my only family. If I go missing he will notice. If I go missing he will have nothing. Not even Pentobarbital. He will starve or freeze alone surrounded by cans MREs fertilizer and pills, as if he was nothing more than a dog. The state makes everyone a pussy, everyone.

His location is lost and the red exclamation point flashes on screen and it is far far from where I commanded him to place it. I'm not gonna let them take him. Let him die alone in some retard house. They'll come in their humvees with their California issued S.M.G.s, and he will not die alone. Like my mother did. Like the beaner did. Like how the kayaker thought he was gonna die. Like how the kayaker will die.

I hear it. The gushing, rapid flow. Haven't heard that since before Eugene. Before Portland. Haven't heard that on this land ever. Fills the old pathways. The pathways before the beaners. Before the bishops. Before they said there was not enough for those who lived in the trailer parks and those who were descendants of the fourth son of Ham. The water hits a bank and splits to two separate pathways before it converges downstream. Looks like two Z's.