5-12 On Roads

For mature audiences only. Content warnings for The Book of Ezekiel Bradshaw are at the bottom of this description. 

The Cabby. Bandit. Concentrated nicotine poisoning. A broken facsimile. 
 
The Book of Ezekiel Bradshaw is written by Monte D. Monteleagre and produced by Wolf Mountain Workshop. 

The voice of Ezekiel Bradshaw is Monte D. Monteleagre. 

Special thanks to Edie Pierce, Alexander Wolfe, and Edward Hoffman. 

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Content Warnings: Self-harm, suicide, violence, murder, drug use, cult imagery and iconography, religious imagery and iconography, manipulation, domestic abuse, abuse of children, and more.

Transcript

My friend the Cabby found himself in a middle-sized city in the middle of the country after a middle-life bender that left him two friends down and no money to his name.

He took to driving drunk folks from the bars to the suburbs and that kept a dollar or two in his pockets.

His first friend, the Cabby told me and The Trolley Man on a ride across town, was a man named Wizard who killed himself in an unremarkable fashion, and so The Cabby bought anything with a wizard on it to remember him.

The second friend, a man named Bandit, is still alive, but The Cabby didn’t know that at the time. He mourned them both the same.

Bandit drove through a neighborhood at 107 mph without once touching his brakes and rolled his two-and-a-half ton pick-up through a reasonable used sedan, killing a woman and her pregnant friend instantly.

Bandit didn’t feel like sticking around after that. He made some friends who agreed that he would be declared dead in exchange for a couple of favors he’s never going to be able to pay off, and now he slips just a little bit of concentrated nicotine into every cup of coffee he serves two-and-a-half states away.

Not enough to kill you, just enough for you to know that something’s wrong.

And you know something’s wrong, don’t you?

The Cabby wore a bandana to remember Bandit. He told every part of the story that he knew to a nice young couple in the back of his car and, turning around in his seat to show a picture of the sign Bandit once stole from a dive bar bath room, holding his phone in both hands with tears in his eyes, he slowly veered into oncoming traffic.

This world is a broken facsimile of
What is to come.