It was a Thursday, unlike any other day of the week and Joe was on his usual tear just about to say goodbye to Brandi and leave the strip club when his cell phone rang.
"Yeah, Joe I need you to come to Kings Corner. Amber's place."
"Julie? For what? I was about to head home. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, Chris is, yeah, well."
"Julie. Shut up. You can tell me when I get there. Not on the phone," he said, cranking up the rusted out Ford.
"Okay not on the phone, right. I'll tell you when you get here. Hey and Joe, bring daddy's chainsaw."
"Fuck, alright. Don't move and I'll be there in a half hour. Try not to touch anything."
"Okay , see you soon," she said, but he had already hung up the phone.
Joe pulled into the Shell gas station before he crossed town and grabbed a twelve pack of Budweiser. He chugged three in the parking lot in just under a minute and peeled out of the parking lot headed towards King's Corner. He hated that shitty, broken down trailer park and all of the skeletons that lived in it. He never had a taste for meth and it put holes in his Uncle Ricky's brain. He lit a cigarette and cracked open another beer. He would need to go by Daddy's shed before he hit State Road. The chainsaw. The bloody chainsaw. He couldn't forget it.