The G.W.C.M. Disaste

Frieda stood and marched into Cuckler’s office. Inside were empty boxes marked for T-shirts and Bandana Delivery. All around was the usual mess of sticky notes and papers. On the board was written in big letters ‘Prop 415’ followed by a list of all the major car manufacturers. Most of them were crossed off. Looking over Cuckler’s desk there were several unmarked empty pill bottles and a blue flyer. Proctor came into the room just as Frieda was looking over the advertisement. “Almost none of the interns are here. Alan said they’ve all gone to help get Bordex’s rally going. Jesus, I can’t believe we weren’t even told that we were helping to host another fund raiser,” Proctor mumbled. Frieda sat down on Cuckler’s desk and handed the flyer to Proctor, the color draining from her face. The flyer was blue and written in big letters across the top was, ‘NO BLOOD ALLOWED Global Warming Rally’. Below was a picture of two interns wearing blue bandanas and giving gang signs. “You can’t be serious,” Proctor said. He checked the empty boxes and on the floor and sure enough, they were listed as ‘dark blue’. The rally was going to turn into a gang war. “Are they both clueless that he doesn’t know about Kryps and Bloods? Jesus, it even says that it’s being held in the G.W.C.M. parking lot,” Proctor said. He was already out the door and heading for his bike when he turned around to ask Frieda to drive. “This is such bullshit! No one talks about anything with us. Cuckler doesn’t give a shit about what we think. The only reason he even pretends to listen to me is because he wants us to fuck me. This is such…corporate bullshit!” Frieda screamed. Proctor just shook his head and dragged her out by the hand. “Right now, we have to stop this rally before it gets out of control. And I need you to drive,” Proctor ordered. They jumped in her car and sped down the road towards Bordex’s Global Warming Agency. A variety of emotions ran through Proctor’s mind. A little part of him was glad that a prick like Bordex would finally screw up. Another part was angry at Cuckler for letting all of this happen. This same part had a suspicion that Cuckler knew damn well what he had instigated and was doing it to get back at Bordex for threatening him. But most of all, a part of Proctor was worried about an organization that, despite their differences, he knew still fought for global warming efforts just as he did. But when they pulled up, it was already too late. The G.W.C.M. headquarters were on fire.