Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 8: Wrench In My Plans

[Jerry stops rubbing his temple and shakes his head.]

Jerry: Mmmm... What do we have on the schedule today?

[Jerry reads the writing on the clipboard out loud.]

Jerry: "Collect the other half of the payment from the gang on the Southwest side of the City. $4,000, Total. $2,000 Today."

[Jerry flips over to the next page on the clipboard.]

Jerry: Ehh? Is that it?

[He lets go of the paper, letting it rest back on the clipboard.]

Jerry: Guess it's a slow day...

[Jerry tosses the clipboard back onto the workbench. He crosses his arms and looks around his workshop.]

Jerry: This place could use a bit of cleaning... But that's usually Asher's job... Speaking of which.

[Jerry's gaze stops over at Asher who still seems to be asleep in the chair near the truck.]

Jerry: He fell asleep in the workshop once again... Then again, I do that twice as often...

[He walks over to Asher so he can get a closer look at him. As he approaches Asher he can see the book on his face, the bottles around him, and smell the scent of booze. Jerry shakes his head disappointed and sighs.]

Jerry: *Sigh* Have you been drinking, reading, and repairing again?

[He speaks to Asher but gets no response. Just the sound of breathing under the book.]

Asher: (Asleep) Mmmm...

Jerry: Asher...

[Still no legitimate response.]

Jerry: Asher!

Asher: (Asleep) Ehh, nee...Fukn... Crows...

[He seems to be in a deep state of sleep.]

Asher: (Asleep) Where... Mmm... Fight club...

Jerry: God damn it, Asher!

[Jerry grabs the book on Asher's face so he can see him. Asher is completely out cold... And probably hungover... Jerry closes the book and tosses it on the table next to him.]

Jerry: Oh yea, it's Wednesday. He sleeps until noon and can't be woken up...

Asher: (Asleep) Wrench... Broke...

Jerry: What?

Asher: (Asleep) Table...

Jerry: Huh?

[Jerry looks over at the table next to Asher. He sees the radio, blueprints, and a note next to a wrench. Jerry raises an eyebrow and walks over to the table. He picks up the note and reads it. It says "I broke one of your adjustable wrenches. The good one I believe. If you are wondering why it's broken it's because I dropped the truck on my foot and out of a fit of rage broke the wrench. In short, I owe you one adjustable wrench. -Asher". Jerry lowers the note so he can look at the wrench on the table. Asher wasn't lying when he said he broke the adjustable wrench, as there is a broken in half adjustable wrench lying on the table. Jerry grabs half of the adjustable wrench and inspects it. He takes a deep breath, and lets out a long and deeply annoyed sigh.]

Jerry: *Long and Deeply Annoyed Sigh* Mother... Fucker...

*Clang*

[Jerry let's go of the wrench allowing it to fall to the ground with a loud clang. He looks over to Asher with an annoyed glare.]