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A Tangled Web
The thing about The Mole was that he knew all of the players.
He knew everyone in the department.
Shit... he even knew the people they knew.
The Mole knew their wives, their girlfreinds, their mistresses, their enemies, their kids... he went to their weddings, their kids communions and their funerals... he gave them advice when they found themselves all jammed up.
The Mole used to be 'family.'
He knew who owed who a favor too.
The Mole rose through the ranks and was being groomed for the Chief's position until he got screwed because of politics and he was forced to retire.
He blamed it all on 'The Old Man.'
And he genuinely felt wronged.
The Mole was pretty bitter about it even after all these years.
He felt used and let's face it... no one likes to feel used.
That kinda goes without saying but that feeling was really the core of his motivation here.
About half of the department hated the guy and the other half loved him.
The guy was 'politics' personified.
He had connections everywhere though.
Even on other departments.
The Mole knew who could be trusted and who could not.
And if he didn't, The Mole knew who to call to find out.
If he said a guy was good... the guy was good.
He never seemed to be wrong.
If he told me to 'watch out for that guy' you can bet I'd be careful with that one.
He was right on that note more than a few times and his advice definitely saved me from some grief.
The thing was... like me... The Mole had a score to settle too.
He was 'the enemy of my enemy' and that's what made everything fall into place.
'What they did to you and your family was wrong' he said... 'these people got no sense of decency... all you asked 'em to do was the right thing and they just couldn't bring themselves to do it... my heart goes out to you."
Then he'd tell me all about what they did to him.
We had a common enemy in the 'regime.'
And it would bring us both untold amounts of joy and satisfaction to see that regime fall.
It would also bring us a lot of hurt before it was over.
The Mole told me about Skeevy... the former Chief who now worked for another department... he was still pretty much running Deadwood... because Deadwood's chief was an idiot.
Skeevy was the guy that got the idiot the job.
And he did it to maintain some power within the regime... the new chief was his 'made man.'
He was his 'representative' on the inside now that he was out.
Skeevy had interests to protect and secrets to keep.
And the new chief 'Hot Dog' owed him everything.
Chief Hot Dog would fall too before it was all over.
The Mole was always there for Skeevy when they worked together... but Skeevy threw the Mole to the jackals after he had no more use for him.
The Mole really resented that on a deeply personal level.
It was one of the things that I could tell really hurt him inside.
Knowing where the strings were being pulled from and who was pulling them helped me a lot.
Now I could understand the 'why.'
The first time The Mole and I hooked up on the phone I was really nervous... I mean... I didn't know the guy... I didn't know if he was one of them or what.
It was true that 'Double D', my Godfather vouched for him and all, but still...
I could be spillin' to an infiltrator.
I could be tellin' them everything I knew.
It left me feelin' kinda exposed.
So the first few conversations were just us 'feelin' each other out.'
I kept the information tight in the beginning... I had some good dirt... I had loads of really good dirt but I'd let it out a little at a time to see if the mole was leaky.
Sometime's I'd let go of a juicy piece of 'misinformation.'
Just to see if it got out there.
I'm sure The Mole did the same thing.
There were a half a dozen guys feeding me information... but none of them were as dedicated to screwing these guys as The Mole was.
And none of them had as much information.
I was always really protective of my sources and no matter how much I trusted anyone I never let out the names... that was pretty much a given from all directions.
If I guy thought you were a 'loose cannon' he'd dry up with the information right away.
The Mole knew I wasn't a plant or anything... the story was all over the newspapers and on tv.
My picture was in the papers too.
They interviewed me on TV.
They had me talkin' on the radio.
In London even.
It was pretty obvious that I had a score to settle.
The Mole saw our working together as an opportunity to advance his agenda and I saw him as a great resource in understanding the relationships behind the names.
I knew the 'who' but it was only because of The Mole that I'd know the 'why.'
All along I'd been taunting them on the internet.
I wanted to shift the 'battle' there after the firebomb incident.
It was always David versus Goliath and the internet was my slingshot.
I let them know I wasn't going to back down... that I wasn't afraid of them and their badges and their guns.
my new pet
I got tagged with that "16 things" thing a million years ago. Since I just don't have much time I'm going to cheat and post my "25 things" list that I made for Facebook. Choose your favorite 16.
I've been tagged a few times with this one, and I like reading other peoples' 25 random things, so I've decided to post my own. I'm not going to tag anyone else though, because some people resent that kind of thing, you know. Besides, everyone's eventually going to be tagged with this one anyway.
1) I have an early memory of standing in the yard of my grandmother's house in Bolinas, trying to learn to whistle. There was a hummingbird flying around the yard and it suddenly swooped down and skimmed through the top of my hair. At that moment, I whistled.
2) In high school, I spent an inordinate amount of time designing and drawing plans for a perversely large mansion of the 80s neoromantic-artist/rock-aristocrat variety. These plans were drawn by hand, with pencils, rulers, and ink. There was no handy CAD machine in sight. It was quite a labor of love, or at least adolescent daydream fantasy. There was a two-story entry room with a marble chessboard for a floor and a balcony around the room so you could look down to better judge your next move. There was an Olympic-sized indoor swimming pool in a two-story room with skylights and roman columns. There were cypress trees out front because that was very, um, 'classical.' There was a room just for statues. There were hot tubs and fireplaces, a darkroom, and even a urinal (just to have one). My classmates nicknamed the house "The Chainsaw," because it kind of looked like a Husqvarna from the aerial view. Perhaps those fantasies were in part fueled by a bottle of Everclear that was secretly stashed away in the back room for years. These days I much prefer the aesthetics of shack architecture.
3) I find myself strangely addicted to television shows that I never would have imagined watching regularly four years ago. These days it's House, The Most Dangerous Catch, and just about every game that Arsenal plays. I also find myself watching a lot Star Trek: The Next Generation reruns. I find Sponge Bob Squarepants to be the most deeply absurdist homage to surrealist tendencies imaginable, and if you don't find it to also be deeply perverse than you're really not looking very hard (often it reminds me of the kind of horrifying erotics of Dali's The Great Masturbator). Plus it has great comic timing.
4) My first memories of television are of watching The Making of Star Wars on PBS while desperately futzing with the antenna to get better reception. Then I moved to San Francisco and watched a ton of Ultraman on Channel 2, as well as Godzilla movies, anything on Creature Features, and, strangely, I also remember watching Gone With the Wind. That was all in glorious black and white. I didn't live in a house with a television after that for about 20 years. The TV I own now is the first one I've ever bought — it's 3.5 years old.
5) I'm sure that far too many of my libidinal desires were shaped by early exposure to Elfquest and The X-Men. The very first comic I ever bought was an X-Men comic.
6) Jacques Cousteau was my childhood hero, and I still count him as one of the major influences in my life. And not just because on that one episode they drank some of the unopened wine they discovered on the wreck of a Roman ship. The Silent World is an incredibly beautiful book, and The Cousteau Almanac was deeply influential on the formation of my environmental consciousness (and way ahead of its time —seriously discussing wind power, alternatives to fossil fuels, and solar power, all back in 1981). I spent a huge part of my childhood wanting to become a marine biologist and reading volume after volume about undersea life. Nudibranchs are perhaps the most beautiful creatures that live on this planet.
7) I tend to ramble when I write prose. I haven't decided if that's a good thing or not. At least I don't write like someone who thinks they're going to be the new Hemingway.
8) For someone who really has no background in electrical engineering I know way too much about 12AX7s, ECC82s, EL-34s, 6L7s, KT88s, and, of course, the 300B.
9) Things I usually have in my bag when I go out: iPod, loaded up with music, Football Weekly, Democracy Now, and Against the Grain; a copy of The London Review of Books, Harper's, or The Wire (soon this list will include Radical Philosophy); a pair of chopsticks — I don't like to use disposables; a camera (always, always carry a camera!); ibuprofen; tissue papers; a pencil case, full; a notepad, full; a spare pair of batteries for my Voigtlander Bessa R2A, in case it goes dead. Sometimes I carry my electronic dictionary with me as well (Japanese/English).
10) I often get all weepy at weddings, but I
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