Episode 20: Voices- Saving Sally Pt. 1 Starring Jenkins

Episode 20- Voices

Jenkins perched in the back seat of the car and stared into the fogged windows of the bar. He heard the sounds of fun; sadly, no one invited him to the party.

The other kids never wanted to play with Jenkins. He was larger and dumber than the average bear. They feared and hated him. He never caught the ball. He was partially bald by twelve. His high was voice incongruous to his portly frame. He had no dad. He smelled like corn chips and cat piss. The reasons to ridicule were limitless. Jenkins was more than different, more than merely unusual; he turned the pain inward, stopped talking and started to sing.

I’m so lonely
So lonely
So lonely and sadly alone
There’s no body
I can relate to

He sadly stared at himself in the rearview mirror and sang from his depths louder and with more passion than ever. No one told him to be quiet, and it felt good to be loud. He was being bad. His eyes glossed with tears as he inspected the colored specks around the blackness. With few mirrors in “Horizon Dawn”, Jenkins’ childhood habit of talking to himself was curbed. He spent countless lonely hours in the bathroom building a friendship with him self. Before Grant, he was his only friend; he always listened to himself and took his own advice. Looking deeply into his eyes until his face stopped making sense, he searched the wrinkles in his forehead and the freckles near his nose for answers.

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Yeah, I really want to know!

The party continued inside the bar. Tears leaked down his puffy cheeks. Jenkins suddenly raged and ripped the mirror off the window smashing it against his thighs and beating his own head. He flailed the blunt weapon into the door and obliterated the window with his beefy elbow.

No body likes me!
Every body hates me!
I think I’ll just go eat worms!

The voices inside were too raucous to hear his screams. Grant was on his fourth beer in less than fifteen minutes and did not anticipate Jenkins’ explosion. The voices were safely locked away and unable to warn him of the ensuing melee in the car. Dr. Jill’s vehicle was being ripped apart, but more importantly, Grant was getting ripped.

Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
I will follow.

Jenkins yanked his body out the shattered passenger window wielding his new weaponry to the world. Blood marred his hands and head as scratches bloomed red. His eyes tracked uncontrollably left and right as he planted his boots to the curb.

Stand in the place where you are
Now face north
Think about direction wonder why you have it now

North. He faced north.

Mustang Sally! I think you better slow your mustang down.
Mustang Sally, now baby.
I think you better slow your mustang down.

Sally lived north. Carol lived north. He knew exactly where to go. He decided what to do. Jenkins wanted to be the winner, the best, the savior. If Grant wasn’t going to save Sally, Jenkins would, and he would get a parade and a cake a kiss from a pretty lady. Everyone would be his friend and invite him to their birthday parties at MacDonald’s. He’d slide down the curly slide into the house of balls with cheeseburger in hand and balloons tied to each wrist. He would laugh and sing and have all the friends in the world tell him how much they liked him and how smart and strong and important he was. He would have sex with Dr. Jill. He’d get strawberry Jell-O with every meal and fourteen cats to play with and rub against his face and sleep with and cuddle and stroke. He’d get the biggest record collection in the world and girls would dance on his mother’s sofa without shirts on.

He skipped north on the darkened streets to find Carol’s house, kill Smith and save Sally.

Big time
I’m on my way I’m making it
Big Time
Di di di di di ner ner nun e
Big Time
I’m gonna watch it grow, Yeah!
Whoa-o, o, o Whoa-o, o, o

Timing his steps to the song, he moved quickly down the street brandishing his mirror. Each step brought him closer to winning love, each step closer to friends, each step closer to home. His mother would take him back. He’d live in a huge house. He’d have a sleepover with all his friends. They’d barbeque ribs with messy sauce and throw their bones to his pack of wild dogs. The Mayor would give him the key to the city. He dreamed and thought and planned.

Jenkins was in front of a house with big glass windows. Inside, he saw a pretty little girl and a mommy and a man. The man smiled. How could that awful man smile? Jenkins would beat the smile off his face.

He smashed the window with his mirror and leapt into the house. His magical cape fluttered in the imaginary breeze; he couldn’t hear the screams.

Jenkins was saving Sally.