A Usual Suspect

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Gabriel asked.
"Who are you working for?"
"For myself, you fucking moron."

The man taped his mouth.

A white woman came in. She had a cunty smile. Gabriel thought she might be a prostitute.

He was all tied up. His mouth was shut by a large, gray piece of heavy-duty, commercial tape. She took the tape off deftly. It only stung for a little while.

She took some water and soap and washed his tongue and teeth. It was funny the way she washed it. She didn't seem like a torturer or anything. So she wasn't a fucking hole, then what was she?

"You shouldn't speak so harshly," she whispered. Then she said: "We know that you have a homosexual lover."

He wasn't a fucking freak. Did he talk like a camp-mannered, Andy Warhol-loving, sweet-mouthed whore?

He tried to say, "Then who the fuck is my lover?" but only gurgling sounds came out. His throat hurt after he swallowed the soap water.

"That tasted fucking good."

"He is so fucked. It's almost psychotic how fucked he is."
"He is a North Korean Spy Sir."
"How do we know that?"
"His lover is a North Korean Spy and he is his double, Sir"
"And where did we get this information?"
"Surveillance. Conclusions reached by the Directorate of Intelligence."
"We can never be sure of these things. After all, we never found the weapons of mass destruction after 9/11."
"This boy is literally a weapon of mass destruction."
"Let's test him."

"Boy, do you know the code to activate a North Korean nuclear bomb?"
"Cannn I PLeeeeeeze hav a drink, vodka?"
"Give him a drink."
"Yes Sir."

Gabriel drank:

"You know, I've lived in America for 20 years now. I used to be obsessed with blonde, white bitches. I was..."

"He's so fucking vulgar," the woman commented.
"Let him talk. Haven't you watched Old Boy?"
"I know, but that's just a movie."
"There's a psychotic element to the Korean soul."

"As I was FUCKING saying... I was obsessed with these blonde, white bitches and I would do anything for them. I'd buy them beer illegally. I'd give them money and I'd even rent places for them and their wealthy friends to have parties. Now, why the fuck am I telling you this? I really don't fucking know. Drink?"

"Can you say please?" the woman asked.
"Please fucking please. You fucking turn me on. You're a high-class bitch, aren't you? Give me those titties, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

She slapped him and then returned to her position.

Gabriel drank more:

"Anyway, why the fuck would I tell you guys anything that I know not that I know anything?"

"Translate."
"He doesn't like America so why should he cooperate with us?" Trisha Trousseau promptly responded.
"Maybe you should leave," he said to Mary.
"Why?"
"You're too naive."
"You're sexist."

"Get rid of white slut!"

"We suspect that you are a North Korean Spy and that you have the code to a nuclear bomb that is currently being activated."
"Why the fuck do you believe that?"
"I don't believe that. NSA does.
"What shoddy evidence do they have?"
"I really don't know."
"Drink."

Trisha brought him another drink.

"So you think thet psychotic I know the friggin code to deactivate the NORTHY KOREAN nuclear bomb?"
"Do you?"

"Drink."

Vodka was like blood to his soul.

"No. I only know that I'm getting fucking horny. They said Moses had horns. The devil had horns. Is that a way of representin a dick without drawing a fucking cock coming out between their legs?"

Gabriel smiled twistedly at them:

"Gabriel, why have you become like this?" Trisha asked.
"Because I am fucking angry at this society for treating me like some cute FUCK. I'm a human being. I'm an adult. I have sexual needs. I have desires... actually, what I mean is, just because I have a rich mother who is a North Korean defector does not FUCKING mean.... oh let me rephrase FUCK YOU! Do you want me to turn it up for you?"

"Regardless, we are going to put you through a test," Trisha asserted with a triumphant smile.

"Israel is the whore of America and England. You know, Israel finally found two countries willing to fuck Jews. America and England, so nice to the kike. We chinks, they won't bed us. Every other country is Anti-Semitic. Americans and the English are less Anti-Semitic. There is so much inter-marriage, there is so much politic fucking, is it? Israel, America, and England, out to destroy Anti-Semitism! But you know Trish, Koreans, we're just like Jews. you won't believe how much like the Jews we are..."

Trisha slapped him:

"I've been bitch-whacked! I've been pussy-whipped! Baby, give me more!"

"He's fucking hilarious, isn't he?"
"Yes?" Trisha smiled carefully.
"Should we put him through the trial run?"
"Not yet."

"North Korean dictator and his sons. Typical signs of a rich family. A strange, enigmatic father and the spoiled sons. Going to DisneyLand in Japan. His son. All adolescents, never grown up. Living in a dream. Louis XIV Courvoisier. He gets his energy from idolizing the life of the French royalty. Fucked up family..."

"What's he doing?"
"Nothing, dreaming..." Trisha commented.

The truth was that Trisha believed that Gabriel was a Mu-Dang, a Korean witch or shaman. There were Korean women who danced on top of mountains, dancing almost off of the top cliffs, ridding themselves of their judgements and preconception, shattering the defensive mechanisms of their ego, letting in all the subconscious, the id and superego and then almost fucking reality itself until they were one with being... their interior Nirvana in which the ego was blown out as a candle was blown out and then they would see things and know things others did not know. They would write with blood, in signs, what they knew but no one else could understand what they had written.

Trisha did not know why she believed this, but she did.