Diablo Bullet
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As I walk towards the restroom I glance over at the two men and I notice one of them looks in my direction for a split second. He then mumbles something to the other man who raises a beer up to his mouth and looks at me for several seconds before looking back at his accomplice. I enter the restroom and find that it is empty. I have an unbelievably strong urge come over me to smoke up, so I enter one of the stalls, locking it behind me and then I light the pipe. After several inhalations I begin to settle down a bit and I notice that my hands are no longer shaking. I have a couple of minutes’ worth of peace and then I hear, “You can’t run away.” I stand up on the toilet and look around the restroom, finding it empty. I punch the walls several times hard and then flop down on the toilet seat.
“What am I going to do?” I say out loud, which is then followed by someone else’s voice in my head saying, “You gotta come out some time, brother.”
“Operation Diablo Bullet,” the voice says, which continues on repeating. I pull open the booth door and then the men’s room door and head out into the dining area. I look over in the direction of the ‘CIA agents’ and notice that they are still in their seats, so I make my way towards them. I’m going to confront them and let them know that I’m willing to make a deal.
“Hello gentlemen, I know who you are,” I begin.
“Excuse me,” one of them replies.
“Let’s cut the shit. I know about Operation Diablo Bullet; you guys are not fooling me. The men look at each other and then up at me, and then one of them says, “Sir, I think you have the wrong people.”
“Is that right; well, why don’t both of you get out some identification, please.”
“Who are you, some kind of cop? Why don’t you show some identification?” the other man asks.
“You know I’m not a fucking cop. I know about your M-K-Ultra activities and I want you to pass along a message to your superiors for me.”
The men look around the room for some reason and then at each other. One of them gets up out of his chair and the other follows. The men are shorter than me, but heavy set and muscular-looking, and they appear to be on the verge of losing their cool.
“Listen haolekane, we work for the city of Lahaina, not for this M-K-Ultra you’re talking about, so please leave,” he says.
“You just tell them I’m willing to make some deal, alright,” I say and then walk back slowly to my table, as I hear one of them mutter to the other, “pupule haole!”
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About the Book
This novel will become a must read for anyone wishing to see into the dark and confusing world of amphetamine abuse. Readers will be entertained by this sometimes humorous and also darkly blunt view of modern day excesses. Where Bret Easton Ellis took us to the depths of spoiled Beverly Hills youth in his 1980’s novel ‘Less Than Zero’, Diablo Bullet takes us below the gorgeous surfaces of fame and wealth and shows us the depth’s to which a tortured man’s mind can go.
This story begins with Nik, the main character of the book, about to begin a month’s vacation after six month’s on the road with his rock band ‘Caustic.’ During the next several week’s, the terrifying effects of crystal methamphetamines abuse begins to take its toll, and Nik’s life becomes a roller coaster ride to eventual salvation.
About the Author
Kenn Booty was born in Cambridge, Ontario, Canada in 1962. During the late eighties and early nineties. Kenn was one half of a rock band that wrote and performed their own music to audiences in their native Ontario as well as Los Angeles. It was during this time that Kenn witnessed firsthand, the peaks and the absolute lows of rock and roll excesses.