Wolfish: Mexican Aid

Amlan Satan, wandering lycanthrope, seeks both consciousness and wits in a landscape 'fraught' with mod-billing.

A fanfiction of Werewolf (Fox-TV). Hope you like (Happy-Halloween), 

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Amlan Satan was in SoCal and about to crossover into Tijuana for a treasure-extraction job for a buddy of his whom he didn't determine an Interpol-relation examination (but trusted the sort) and got him the 'blood-diamond watch' credit he needed but worried (now) about the full-moon that would (once-again) convert him into a bloody-lycanthrope and (once-more) 'challenge' his sense(s) of incomplete-distances to (real) religion (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: This life of lycanthropy should be more study than wandering, but it's the wandering that makes me feel equally like I'm escaping my reality of hell and that I'm in a state of humbled transitory thinking, making prayer-space/time for 'distance' to normal/social-media culture (surely!).

So, when he completed the mission and turned his attention to a schoolteacher who needed a special driver for a summer-trip from San-Diego to Tijuana for an immigration 'lesson' for the real-world in this new millennium, Satan thought it was a 'fantastic' chance not to feel like a 'beast' and (perhaps) a tad like a man (of culture!).

TANDY: Real-sweet of ya to do this, Amlan.
SATAN: Hey, I might be a werewolf!

TANDY: What's that?

SATAN: A werewolf ('lycanthrope') mutates into a half-wolf being.

TANDY: I know what it is, I meant to ask you if you're serious (now).

SATAN: Seriously...no I needn't burden you with my mind-humor.

TANDY: So anyways, it's sweet of you to volunteer with minimal-pay!

SATAN: Cool; maybe I'm considering the 'religious' charm of it all.

TANDY: Good (for social media).

TANDY: My God, you're a werewolf.

SATAN: I told you, sweetie, to mind my humor(s)...now you see!

TANDY: Why the hell did you bring me to a full-moon campfire?

SATAN: I wanted to confess...think love would conquer demons.

TANDY: Good God, it hasn't...you're a creature of the bloody-hell!

SATAN: Aaarrrghhh...never fear; I depart from your company.

TANDY: Oh, oh...alright (Jesus, thank you); good luck, poor-man.

SATAN: Watch a Halloween-film (remember me), Tandy.

TANDY: I'll keel your curse secret.

PHILIP: Hey thanx for that gem-insurance job in Tijuana.

SATAN: Hey, no prob; I'd been caring for other (spirit) matter.

PHILIP: What if I told you the mission was outlaw?

SATAN: I'd guess my supposed-friend was a werewolf, darn.

PHILIP: It's a mad mad mad mad world.

SATAN: Haven't seen that one.

PHILIP: Good for social media.

SATAN: Alright (farewell).

Tijuana served to be a 'cool' memory, since it reinforced in the lycanthrope the 'notion' of intelligence/strategy that wandering around the West wasn't a bad idea if your prayer(s) for seeking 'human' consciousness was indeed 'tied' to a normal/social-media 'world' of language-arts (for 'materialism' photo-graphics!).

JOURNAL: "(Indian) luchi-bread makes for thanksgiving-diner brunch plate and Ego-hospitality reading(s) for culture-exchanges in the 'matter' of the heart, as moon-tides and bloody-chaos threaten our overground Earth of 'normal' tracks of commerce, romance, superstition, charms, and even blindness."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)