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The Devil Wears Black Leather: Epilogue

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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Allow me to once again break down the fourth wall.  You thought the story was over.  This story should have been over.  Remember to the beginning, this is not a love story, nor a story of fame.  This is a story of revenge!  After my meeting with Pablo I go home, change, and grab my knife.  Back to where we started.

I am inside the club BITE, Opening the curtain I know this is where it happened and I can sense he has been here recently.  There are more needles on the floor and empty insulin bottles on a ledge.  A black leather thong is thrown on the floor and an empty container of Astrolube is sitting on a chair.  As I move forward I remember: Sometimes you have to be evil to actually find the good.  Lucy’s words running through my mind.

I see a pile of needles and then everything gets foggy…

As I pull back the sheet he is standing there, naked.  My knife is already out and I slash him first across his chest and then his face.  As the blood runs down his neck and stomach I move in and jam the knife into his lower back and turn the knife to point toward the heart.  I pull out the knife and he drops to the ground.  I stand there and watch him bleed.  I have no expression.  Ten minutes later he is dead.

A hand, wearing a black leather glove is covering my mouth when I wake up.  He asks me what I want, looking me up and down, “Clearly you don’t belong here!”  He also tells me that I looked at a needle and passed out.  I feel the inside of my coat and realize my knife is still in place and was never removed.  I take a deep breath and explain what happened to Izzy.  The black leather glove releases its grip from my shoulder and I am able to rest.  “Skeet, that was his name” The man says.  “He died two days ago”, a hand moves to his face as he explains, “Insulin overdose.”

It’s not a particularly bright day outside, but considering how dark it is inside BITE, I have to shield my eyes.  Maybe we are all vampires, just different levels.  Does it work this way?  I put this on my mental list of things to Google when I get home.

When my eyes focus I notice something.  The guy driving the taxi. The street vendor selling hot dogs. The teenagers walking home from school.  They are all wearing black leather.  I look at my hand and then feel the inside of my jacket to ensure my knife is secure.  I adjust the collar of my jacket, which is also, black leather.  I think about what Lucy said, how sometimes you have to be evil to be good.  Sometimes, I think. Maybe all of us have it inside, maybe.  I guess it all depends on how bad we want it: fame, success, murder, or revenge.  It doesn’t really matter, all require motivation.  Maybe, at some point, we are all draped in black leather.


The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 23

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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I am handed a contract that reads my book will be published on the condition I write a screenplay as well.  I look up at Pablo and smile, taking in his mustache and remembering not to trust anyone with a mustache.  Attached to the contract I was handed a letter from Lucy that said she had to go and that I would understand why.  She says “all things end badly otherwise they wouldn’t end.”

I feel empty and tell Pablo I’ll need some time to review.  On the way out of the office I throw my half-completed manuscript for Making It Rain and the contract in the trash.  I think back to how the reward is the journey, not the finished product.

I think back to Eddie’s house.  I see her eyes. I do understand.  Maybe I’ll write a horror story, maybe set in Vegas?  I light a cigarette and then quickly put it out.  As I stomp the Parliament I notice the paper, the front page is showcasing someone’s 15 minutes.  It’s not about fame.  It’s not even about success.  It’s about the words, the journey.  I stop and stare at the letter.  I begin shaking, first because Lucy was clearly not who I thought she was, and secondly because she ended her letter quoting the movie Cocktail.  Then, I leave.


The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 22

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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The next day headlines across the country pick up the story: PORN WRITER KILLS SERIAL KILLER ELVIS.  I am holding the paper, standing inside the airport.  Jagger elbows me in the ribs, “See, you’re a writer.  You’re famous!”  I drop the paper, “Well, I don’t want to be porn famous.”

During the plane ride back I think about the different ways I could kill myself, but then realize the only way would have to be pills.  The woman next to me has several piercings and streak of orange hair on an otherwise blonde head of hair.  I wonder if she has any pills.  Probably, but she is sleeping and I’m not yet one hundred percent this is how I want this to end.

Back in New York I try to get a hold of Lucy, but she isn’t answering. This does not surprise me.  My apartment has cooled off and the cockroaches are no longer roaming carelessly.  I turn on the television and see that the Python was captured in California and that it escaped while being transported to San Diego.  It was last seen heading for The Pacific.

Jagger arranges for a group of us to confront Izzy and with his family there are ten of us total.  There is a man who looks like a priest, but is actually a doctor that specializes in vampire de-programming.  Even though we are inside he carries an open umbrella, shielding Izzy from the light.  “It’s important to not overwhelm the patient.  Too much light, too soon can lead to a waxy complexion.”  He says.

We go around and explain how we care and that we are concerned.  Jagger tells Izzy that he has renamed his horse from Alabama to Dracula in hopes that he will have more luck.  The Vampire Priest starts shaking his head and says, “It doesn’t work that way” and then Jagger puts his hand on the priest’s knee and says, “Sure it does.”

Izzy agrees to check-in and then tells us he can’t do twenty-eight days of rehab, but thinks he may be able to do twenty-one.  Then he holds up the paper with my headline and yells “Twenty-One, Black Jack!  Like Vegas.”  Everyone laughs and then Jagger adds, “Porn writer!”


The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 21

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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Unable to sleep I go down by the pool (tripping over Jagger who is in the hallway) and already a lot of people are staking their areas by laying down their towels.  It’s apparent that steroid use is also a huge problem judging from the number of veins sticking out of the dudes hanging out near the water.  I go back to my room and get the address for Eddie, the Elvis impersonator.

Motto of the day:  THOSE WITH SUSPICIOUS MINDS ARE ALMOST ALWAYS ALL SHOOK UP.

I get my car and drive down Flamingo and see a church.  How many confessions are related to gambling and of those how many are only related to gambling losses?  I’m guessing a pretty high amount.  What if you confess to gambling after a hot streak?  Do you tip the priest?  I think this may be the acceptable action in Vegas.  I continue driving past palm tree farms and neon light graveyards, finally turning onto a narrow road named Memphis.  Eddie’s house is located at the end of the drive.  On Eddie’s mailbox is a picture of Elvis with the legs dangling below.  The sidewalk is colored (more stained) gold and I notice a crucifix hanging on the door as I knock.

Eddie is wearing a flannel shirt and jeans when he answers the door.  He has a day old beard and eyes look bloodshot.  There’s a good chance I look worse than Eddie. He invites me in and directs me through several rooms, each with multiple doors (ending in a room with carpeted walls) to a soft green sofa which sucks me in to the point that I’m not sure how I’m going to get out.  I have a portfolio with me and I’m about to pull out some of the clever sayings and artwork I’ve come up with when Eddie stops me and asks to excuse himself for a moment.  He offers me water which I accept and then sit on the sofa until Eddie reappears.

When Eddie reappears he is in full Elvis costume.  Head to toe black leather.  “I hope you don’t mind, if we’re going to discuss Elvis, well…”  Eddie walks over to his stereo and pulls out a CD from a case above.  He puts it in, pushes play, and “Devil in Disguise” comes through the speakers.  I’m still holding the Elvis proposal and Eddie reaches for them, takes a look and laughs.  I’m remembered of the bartender the night before and then Eddie rips up my papers.  From his back pocket he pulls out one of the cards from VEGAS GIRLS 24-7 and reads “BIG TITS, TIGHT PUSSY ANYTIME ANYWEAR”, he shows me the card that has four girls of different races showcased next to my award winning prose. I notice the 8 ball in the corner and then I chuckle, “Is that more what you are looking for?”

Eddie stops and stares, shaking his head.  “Do you believe in God?”  Eddie asks, and then slides his hips to the song.  I don’t have a chance to answer before he moves into the kitchen and opens up a drawer that from what I can see contains only the green Fla-Vor-Ice.  He offers and when he confirms it is only green I decline.  With a Fla-Vor-Ice in hand Eddie moves into a different room and comes back with a bag of note cards from my Vegas clients.  He throws them all up in the air and watches them fall on and around me.  “I’m making it rain” laughs Elvis and then I see the knife.

Out of sheer instinct I get up and run, through the kitchen and half throw a chair in front of Elvis, hoping to trip, or at least slow him down.  He follows and jumps over the chair.  I head for the staircase and get up the first flight when I feel Elvis hands grab my right foot and trips me.  I am lying on my back as Elvis crouches over me with knife in hand.

As Eddie lunges forward I look up and see the mint green eyes.  Girl Scout Thin Mint green.  I’m not who you think I am.  The eyes are attached to the famous python that is hanging from the rafters and drops onto Eddie, wrapping the body around him.  Eddie drops the knife and the snake moves up around the neck.  Unable to breath Eddie shuffles his feet, scattering a stack of porn cards from his back pocket all around the floor.  After a couple minutes he stops.  The python releases its grip and slithers away.


The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 20

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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The Vegas Diaries – A Las Vegas Moment

 Two years later after the hooker punch Jagger and decide to take a weekend to “chill” as he sold it to me.  Jagger was now in a phase where he was wearing an eye patch so we stayed at Treasure Island.  After we arrived we went to club overlooking the pirate show named SIRENS.  It took a full ten minutes until Jagger was propositioned by a couple (a rasta man and rasta woman) to join them in a hot tub located in their private suite.  Jagger left and I went to gamble (my No Hot Tub Rule in full effect at this point), lost a few dollars and went to The Mirage to change my luck.  Here I played slot machines and was up two hundred when I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned to find a girl whose name was Lily.  She told me she was from Uruguay, was watching me, and wanted to know if I wanted to get a drink.  I asked her if she like Margaritas and she licked her lips so we went to Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville, then Mexicana Cantina, and then took a taxi out to Garduno’s Margarita factory where we had more Margaritas and chicken burritos. 

 A trip back to the city and we stop at Cabo Wabo’s for one more Margarita and that’s when I find out Lily is a prostitute because she asks me if I’d like to pay her to spend the night with her.  I decline and she seems happy so I buy her Margarita and realize that in total I spent probably only fifty dollars on a Vegas hooker that I’ve had for over four hours and then I was happy for a while.  She walks me to my hotel and then leaves and the next morning she is standing at the door of hotel and asks me if I’d like to have breakfast so we eat and then walk up and down the strip and gamble and then go watch an Elvis impersonator perform.  At the end of the second night Lily doesn’t ask for any money, she instead gives me her phone number and says to call her.

 I never planned to call her, but I was feeling pretty good when I met Jagger at McCarren airport and told him about my weekend and showed him the piece of paper with the number on it.  He just shook his head and then I noticed he was no longer wearing his eye patch and I was about to ask when he said, “Don’t ask!”


The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 19

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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Standing in the taxi line at the airport in Vegas is hot.  Large men are falling over and the strippers arriving for the weekend are already removing their tops.  Jagger is smoking a cigarette when he receives a text from Izzy that reads: FREE FALLIN’ which we assume is a reference to the Tom Petty song that references vampires.  The next text says: CHECKING INTO VAMPIRE REHAB – see u in 28 days.

We are at a club named THUNDER at The Bellagio when Lucy texts and wishes me luck with Elvis and that New York Magazine wants to publish an excerpt from Making It Rain with a picture of me.  I look up and Jagger is ordering Prosecco.  He looks over at me and says, “We are in the middle of a Prosecco craze, we should both order Prosecco.”  I agree and Jagger orders us each a full bottle.  Jagger then says, “What we have here is a major exception, which means, two exceptions at the same time”, I nod, listening more to the music than Jagger.  “Prosecco AND Vegas!”  Jagger holds up the peace sign, “Two exceptions!”

The music sounds like cell phone ring tones turned into songs until “It Takes Two” comes over the speakers and Jagger and I both agree this song holds up surprisingly well.  We both smoke a cigarette and drink down our Prosecco in less than 30 minutes. The bill comes and Jagger tells me we have to tip 25%, “It’s the new 20”, he says and then adds, “If you don’t it’s like saying you’re not a fan of Stevie Wonder, better duck because someone is going to take a swing at you.”

We go to The Flamingo and watch an Elvis impersonator who is wearing white gloves which are distracting because to me white gloves = jazz hands and Elvis is more hips than hands.  After three songs and two more bottles of Prosecco we go to Vince Neil Ink so Jagger can get a tattoo of a balloon on his shoulder which he isn’t really sold on, but wants to still get it because it’s always a good night when it ends with someone getting a tattoo.  I sit and wait while the tattoo artist works on Jagger and tells us his life story that ends with him losing a lot of weight.  “Five years ago, if you opened me up you’d find a Cheesecake Factory.”  He says this in a matter of fact way which can’t be true, but it still keeps me preoccupied because I’ve never actually been inside a Cheesecake Factory.  I know it is a restaurant, but still, I associate hard hats and lunch pails for some reason.

After the tattoo Jagger is riding an ink high so we go Planet Hollywood and sit at a bar inside the casino where we order tall beers, Prosecco, and tequila shots.  We agree we have to go home after the drinks.  We play video poker at the bar and I lose four hands in a row looking for a straight and then finally win after being dealt four of a kind.  Forty minutes later the bartender is laughing at me and I have no idea why and that is when I know it is definitely time to go home.

On our way out of the casino a stripper named Nashville recognizes Jagger and so we end up having one more drink at The Alladin (which turns into a bottle of Prosecco each) and then following her to the middle school about two miles off the strip (where she teaches part-time) and snorting large amounts of cocaine off the children’s desk.  In between lines we critique the art drawings on the wall; then Jagger picks up a desk and throws it across the room and then apologizes to Nashville who keeps her head down and doesn’t notice, taking in another line.  This lasts until the cocaine is gone and then Nashville tells us we have to go because they are opening the school in two hours.  I look down at my watch and realize that my meeting with Elvis is in three hours.

I receive a text from Izzy that reads: SOMEONE BIT ME; CHECKED OUT OF REHAB.  I have drunk almost a case of Prosecco and am riding a three hour cocaine binge.    My friend has just been bitten by a vampire in vampire rehab and Jagger is running through the halls of a middle school where a stripper named Nashville has taken off her top and is chasing after him.  My nose begins bleeding when a maintenance man sticks his head inside the 7th grade classroom.  Vegas baby!


The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 18

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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I have one suitcase that contains three pairs of pants, a collared shirt, two Tee-shirts and two pair of Chuck Taylors.  Jagger meets me in the front and our town car arrives shortly after.  We are early to the airport so we have a drink and then almost miss boarding due to the long line at security.  While we are boarding a Mexican man approaches me and asks me if I remember him and then he starts singing and I realize he is part of the Mariachi band from the other night.  Jagger moves ahead, looking a little embarrassed for me.

I have my window seat, but still feel crowded, sitting next to a woman wearing a baseball hat and sweatpants.  I look down at my brown Chuck Taylors, glad I was able to find them in the back of my closet and then I open my laptop, trying to work up a proposal for Elvis, but the clip art I’m pulling is cheesy and I haven’t been given any direction to I shut my laptop – a little too hard catching the attention of sweatpants next to me.

“Would you like to see my pussy cat?”  She asks, pointing down to her legs. I open my mouth, but words don’t come out, and then it’s too late.  Sweatpants woman rolls up her pants up over her knee.  On the back of her leg is a large cat tattooed.  “MEOW!” she says and I just look away.  We have only been in the air for twenty minutes.  Five hours until arrival in Las Vegas.

During boarding Jagger kindly upgraded himself to first class, I now see him walking back.  He looks around, “Tight, isn’t it?”  Jagger hands me a glass of champagne, “I got you something”.  I lower the glass as a flight attendant walks by.  “Ask me what first class is like?”  Says Jagger.  I cringe and then drink down the champagne.  “Just ask”, he continues so I ask and he says, “It’s perfection.  It’s like a Nick Nolte mug shot, pure perfection.”  Jagger goes back to his seat in first class.