Repeat Till Death

By Alfred Gonzales Jr.

#San Francisco #Anti-Gentrification #Demons #SFPD #Crime #Revolution #Haves vs Have Nots #Fantastical #Robots #Homeless #Drugs #Current Events #Victory for the People #Human Awakening #Mysticism.  -- Sold his soul once, and such a bad deal his soul was returned, well now, what's Rick to do?  Ummmmm, sell his soul yet again, of course!  And there begins Rick's discovery of the cold sources behind the hard truths of the human condition.  -- Rick, searching to put a finger on his end of a demon bargain, runs smack straight into the inner truths of San Francisco, a city for the rich.  A city that wants the poor, the downtrodden, the less fortunate, out out and out!  --  Rick, keeping true to his self awakening journey, listens and learns from a collective of demons, nature, and animals, all his true friends. And best of all, there is Melissa. OMG Melissa!  --  Together Rick and Melissa get brave, they get into action, they bring the balance back towards the San Franciscans of the streets and neighborhoods!  --  And Rick's demon bargain?  Well, somewhere in the daringness of Melissa and himself, it all ripens into such supreme sweetness. Happily ever after?  Yes! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfred Gonzales Jr.
• Release date: Aug 12, 2017

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text copyright © 2017 - ‘Repeat till Death’, all content, cover to cover

case #1-5716194221

U.S.A. Government

Alfred Gonzales Jr.

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Case #1-5716194221

U.S.A. Government

Alfred Gonzales Jr. and Owen Greenwood and Vanessa gonzales

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Dedication

Let us begin with humble me!

we writers and artist work our butts off!!!

also, and i’m a gonna keep this list short:

Elizabeth Kennard, for letting me talk myself into writing books. Thank you!

Owen greenwood,  for bravely reading the very rough initial draft (Since revised numerous times) and for the cover art. Thank you!

Vanessa gonzales, for the esoteric leap. thank you!

Laura Harrison,  for introducing me to her friends as an author and for reading a early draft. thank you!

all the people one expects to be in a dedication. like you, right now wondering where the hell is my name?  to all you types, thank you!

and, did I mention me myself and i?  Thank me!!!!!!

Section 1

Reviews

‘Wow!’ - Nikkie Sprinkle

‘Entertaining!’ - Owen Greenwood

‘A lot of people will read ‘Repeat Till Death’ and love it!’ - Laura Harrison

Section 2

intro info!

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Sold his soul once, and such a bad deal his soul was returned, well now, what's Rick to do?  Ummm, sell his soul yet again, of course!  And there begins Rick's discovery of the cold sources behind the hard truths of the human condition. 

Rick, searching to put a finger on his end of a demon bargain, runs smack straight into the inner truths of San Francisco, a city for the rich. a city that wants the poor, the downtrodden, the less fortunate, out, out, and out!  And in the mess of San Francisco 2016, Rick sees the mystic signs and mysterious notions guiding him and, by hook and crook, discovers and expands into the true human he was  originally created to be! 

And as the flexible and experienced human he is, hey he's gotten on the other side of a drug addicted life, Rick keeps true to his self awakening journey by listening and learning from a collection of demons, nature, and animals, all His true friends!  They all are his guiding light!  And, best of all, there is Melissa!  OMG Melissa! so hot!  Once 'Repeat Till Death' becomes a major motion picture, every A-List actress will want the role of Melissa.

together Rick and Melissa get brave, they get into action, they bring the balance back towards the San Franciscans of the streets and neighborhoods! 

And Rick's demon bargain, well, somewhere in the daringness of Melissa and himself, it all ripens into such supreme sweetness.  Happily ever after?  Yes!

thank you for buying and reading my first novel!!!

all love!

Alfred gonzales jr.

CHAPTER ONE  -  LUCIFER DELIVERS

  In these situations of existence, it is mere foreplay to wonder of the reality; other dimension, lucid dreams, right now?  Really, it’s all the same a zillion million moments and lives from now.

  So there we were. For the past thirty plus years he has sought me out now and then, quite the effort when one accepts his so very sudden death those decades back. My Gramps, very aware man, could pass for Cuban or Argentine or Mexican, but Mexican from Mexico.  Toiled till his end with the gente on the hard ass docks of the Stockton Cali inland port.  Built a house, which flooded, bought a house, and did the deeds; raised family paid taxes rooted for the Sandinistas (Hell yeah they won mother fuckers!), and much much much much more to be recalled at later times.  And he and I, I in Baghdad by the Bay and he in Fat City, we find my Uncle, his son, my peer, he born and raised in that Central Stockton, doing those deeds; jails and institutions, walking the downtown and the Barrio Central Stockton and the South Side, looking searching seeking finding that fix.  Day after night after night and on and on forever.  I know the drill.

  See, Grandpa finds me in San Francisco and we see ninety miles east in that Central Valley mist my Uncle, his son, and we are all there wherever there is and I'm in contemplation about all the things with my Uncle and my Grandfather from his Magi spot those normal human beings can’t reach, well, he guides to my psyche seventh chakra, if you like, or, Third eye, sure, and Grandpa just slaps me aware and implants, Now certainly you can hear your Uncle screaming.  The screeeaaaaaaammmm!!!

CHAPTER TWO - NOW HOLD ON A MINUTE!!!

Everyone makes a pact with Satan.  Quite pedestrian.  Hell, I did!

  All time sucky deals:  Indians swap Manhattan for trinkets, ha ha chumps!  Any Oakland A's trade since around 2010. Who’d their stupid General Manager get for Tim Hudson?  And they chose Eric Chavez over Miguel Tejada, dumb fucks!  And, and, my grand negotiation with El Diablo, the idiot!  Hey, I'm talking about me!

  Two decades plus or minus, the crack pipe and I, we were a thing, hitched!  Hall of Fame smoker, yup.  I was the joneser for the twenty years of rug patrolling.  Bell ringers!!!  And, mind you, this is a separate energy from my very young man crystal methamphetamine era, which massively physically whacked my butt. Yet that early human years era is sent to the memory banks upon the lighting of the crack.  Now one clearly sees the crazy power pull of the rock, hence, we are back to Mr. Satan.

  I stayed alive during the two decades crack run.  Leaped into the smoke deep jungle of good bye potential goodbye hope goodbye dreams goodbye soul.  Soul. Stop. Here we have reached the addict soul, and right there, key word soul, is the Devil's end of the bargain.  Me, I get the crack, yum!  Contract signed and sealed, complete.

  Wait!

  But first, sure enough, Satan and his squad, top notch of Lucifer delivering the message and Beelzebuth the Purple Reign and Astaroth lowriding and just so many many more in the crew, they all do carry on.  Yet, to be real there's gotta be a dialectic such as yes my cock exist and it's longer than that guy's cock and not as long as some of those lucky stiffs in the Barely Legal type porns (Yet up against a few i'm pretty sure I hold my own - I should audition!).  So, see, for my cock to exist so do all those other cocks live and breathe and therefore as the Black Magic Satanic Gang rolls, a dialectic must prevail.  And now, seat yourself get ready, we have Angels.

  Those crazy wing nuts!  Slender St. Jennifer and punk St. Lou and all those sweeties, well that's how I see them, up and down the Holy Ladder they all, well, a handful, did in fact look at my soul for crack deal and at some miraculous moment maybe during an N.A. or A.A. meeting say Now hold on a minute.  Let's examine this fine print with our Eagle Wings.

  And in the court of the Supernatural it was found, amongst so much, I was not of able body to flip my soul for the crack. I was still physical death from the crystal and, oh yeah, I was stuck on the crack!  Not of sound mind to bargain.  Point one.  And, good to note, there is some sort of bare minimum one must receive in turn for a soul.  While the freebase rock certainly blast one into the stratosphere, that is not of the same dark force gift caliber as being a Wall Street backed Democratic Presidential candidate, or, of being a Angel Investor (Oh my god the actual Angels so hate that doublespeak, and they do mean to be present at those tycoons' days of reckoning.) amassing wealth by building market rate housing on a foundation of the bones of torched working class folk.  And, as so many other such discoveries were presented, hey, I got my soul back!  Woo Hoo!  My part, I did the Twelve Steps, and now, new game!

  Light bulb! 

          Oh oh, I do get peculiar like this.

          If I can sell my soul once, I can sell it again!

CHAPTER THREE - SYTRY!!!

They have a hierarchy, definitely weighted top to bottom, yet not corporate, more created out of respect. You gotta like that.  On top, the one, the only, the legend, Sir Satan.  Than there's like Lucifer his right hand Light Bearer and next just make up a bunch of names, only a few of us aware will know any difference.  But for sure there is like Sargatanas for invisibility and Gamygyn for news of the naughty dead and man there's a whole lot more, a whole lot.

  And finding them isn't that difficult. Same idea as when you connect with the Devil so therefore we have the  Angels.

  So, you are looking at that tree glowing green in the setting sun under a foggy mist and it's all a poster for 'Magnificence', well, yup, thereupon there is also a poster for 'Use Your Body for Pleasure and Satisfaction!'.  You just gotta make the damn image, A.K.A., pact, and get busy!

    Sytry came to me, or I picked him. Don't matter, here we are. Cool cat Senor Sytry, 'Jussus secreta libenter detegit feminarum, eas ridens ludificansque  ut se luxorise nudent', very giving.  Wants the best for me, they all do. We are the humans born to die, life through death, so they want us to live it up while we can, to stop being so fucking controlled and passive and dumb and weak. This is their wish for us - They so wish to awaken us.

  Well, being that in my present times of the here and now I've actually got most of my wits, I put it out, Man, pretty much all the basics. I was so fucking pathetic for so long, walking with holes in my shoes and piss stains on my pants and being ridiculed by all the lower common denominator addicts and always told 'No' by skanks and every damn time being garnished and subpoenaed and harassed by every institutional bitch from The Feds to fucking loser strip mall lawyers, and, and, just wait, let me stop. That's the tip of the iceberg and a good enough sick sample of my torrid wasted past life , but lets stop, so yeah, let me close my eyes and tap the ruby red slippers three times.  For my end of this convening, just make me one, let me be all I was created to be.

  You got it. Yes!, wicked smile that Sytry. And, here is what we need.

  Whoops!, I kinda forgot about my end, the reflective light of the pact.

  Justice.  Change all this shit in society.  Does anyone around here think?  Who all understands freedom?  Who lives free?  In all the mystery of what you all slightly fathom about your universe, how are any of you o.k with a surveillance camera snapping a picture of you running a rigged red light and then billing you all to suicides!?!

  I'm not o.k with any of that crap!

  We know you're not, part of the reason why you are getting a deal. So, when the hell are you gonna do something about all this bullshit!?!

  Well, i'm thinking I can...

  Don't answer me now.  Do.  chimes Sytry.  Just do it!

  You know, my turn to add to our chatter chatter, a lot of brainless fucks think Nike came up with 'Just do it'.  Oh, hell no.  It was my man back in the day Kurtis Blow in 'The Breaks'.  'Just do it, Just do it, Just do it do it do it!!!’

  A sinister happy wink flickered from Sytry. And it was not solely for me, but more for all the emptiness, to all those other freak Demons in their hidden atmospheres watching and enjoying our banter.  Fun for all, Sytry and I!

  Just fix it my boy.  We all out here in the Other Worlds are tired of seeing you all get stepped on and spit out. We want the waste of your Spirits to cease, to end.  So you, yeah you, go fix it.  That's our deal. Our deal.  Done.  Deal?

  Done deal.

  Sold!

  Oh-oh!!!

CHAPTER FOUR - CUTIE PIE SQUARED

  A million miles into the jungle, a million miles out.  Well, what they say is a hundred or a thousand miles in and out, but I say a million.  And only because I went a million in deep and if I said a billion or a gazillion I'd sound facetious.

  Being hard headed, it doesn't hit me till after the fact.  It takes the deed to create the realization. And now first, the actual playing field. 

  It's like ninety five percent of the United States population was dating and succeeding and failing in all those High School lovey dovey forays. And than there's that remainder five percent, of which I was a card carrying member.

We the five percent who are the drunk ass fucks. And most of us are disgustedly tolerated, as we are of our 'hoods, so we go on and on shitfaced and stupid over and over with our 'born and bred' pass.  And through my life and times I've discovered us drunks and addicts can always get that type of pass for what we do, as we hit close to people's homes and hearts. And so we continue, we cannot stop.  Well now, in retrospect me now being on the other side, as I miraculously did