Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

My phone buzzed off the nightstand.

”Hello”

We’ve been trying to reach you.  According to our records your car’s warranty is about to expire—”

“Bah.  I’ll block it later.”  I set the phone back in the nightstand and pretended sleeping was still an option.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

I rejected the call.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

“What!?”

”This Prathiba from Swiss Corps International Industries.  Who you think you are hanging up on Mr. Swiss?”

”Excuse me? I was hanging up on YOU.”

”Exactly. You hang up on me, you hang up on Mr. Swiss.”  Swiss’ receptionist was beginning to lose her accent.  She sounded like one of the supervisors at a call center that figured out they are paid more to not sound Indian.  “You due for a meeting on Zoooom with STEVE SMITH.”  Her accent came back for a second there.

”Your accent ZOOOOOOMed on back there.”

”Screw you.”

”Is this one of those screwball clauses Swiss throws in his employment contracts?  He does that to find ways to get rid of receptionists.  This one time he fired a Belgian woman because she missed the part where she was supposed to make him a pot of Flemish Stew.  When she sued the judge had to admit it was part of the contract.”

”Maybe I find it.”

”Swiss said in court it wasn’t his fault she waffled on her duties.”

….

….

”Mr. Swiss say whatever STEVE SMITH tell you, tell him you go along with it and then stop whatever scheme he try to pull.”

“Whatever.  Can you send me the link and time?”

”He say you probably ask that, and say ha ha ha, tell me about it.  This call over.”

——-

“Can everyone hear me?”  Sugarfree asked on the Zoom call.  “Are you there?”

”I can hear you.”  I said.

”Hello?”  Sugarfree asked.

”Right here.”  I said again.

”Use computer audio, it says.”

HELLO.  IT STEVE SMITH.

”Do you wish to configure your computer audio?” Sugarfree asked.

”Sugarfree, we can all hear you.  Can we do this please?”  I asked.

HI BROWN MAN

”Oh there you are Mex.  STEVE you have the floor.”

STEVE SMITH FIND SEPARATIST MOVEMENT IN SEATTLE.  SEATTLE PART OF CASCADIA ANCESTRAL HOMELAND.

”The free Cascadia movement?”  Sugarfree asked.

THAT NO CATCH ON.  FREE CASCADIA TOO RADICAL IDEA FOR AVERAGE VOTER.  STEVE SMITH TAKE OVER EXISTING MOVEMENT.  BY TAKE OVER, MEAN RAPE.

“Are you talking about the autonomous zone?”  Sugarfree asked.

IT FREE CASCADIA NOW

“You really think they’ll get behind that?”  I asked.

Sugarfree snickered.

STEVE SMITH PROMINENT FOREST LAWYER.  POWERFUL PERSUASION THING LAWYERS DO.

The Zoom call was interrupted by the sound of the classic bluegrass ringtone on Sugarfree’s phone.

”One second guys.”  He put the phone on speaker.   Of course he’s the phone on speaker guy.

We’ve been trying to reach you.  According to our records your car’s warranty is about to expire—

AHAHAHAHA THEY GET YOU GOOD.

”God, I hate those people.”  Sugarfree said.  “STEVE, you can’t just take over an existing political movement and turn it into your own.”  Sugarfree winked at the camera.

STEVE SMITH DOES WHAT HE WANTS.  STEVE SMITH TAKE AUTONOMOUS ZONE MOVEMENT, MAKE IT FREE CASCADIA.

”I think STEVE is right,”  I began.  “We can’t just have zones of total anarchy within American cities.” That hurt a bit to say out loud. “This way they are at least working towards something that makes more sense.”  I winked back at Sugarfree.

RAPE MAKE SENSE.  STAY AWAY FROM STEVE SMITH.  FREE CASCADIA.

STEVE SMITH left the Zoom chat.

”I kind of don’t want to stop him.” Sugarfree said.

”Oddly enough…neither do I.”

“He’s going to sodomize several unsuspecting soyboys.”

”He’d have done that anyways.”  I replied.

”It’s certain to sour the scenario, turning south the sensibilities and sensitivities to his separatist state.”  Sugarfree said.

”Why are you alliterating?”

”Am I doing that again?  Oh dear.”  Sugarfree pulled out a mason jar full of gummy candies.  “Well…” he said in between bites of gummy candies, “at least its a free trip to Seattle”.

”Free?”

”Yes.  Swiss Corps reimburses travel costs and pays a very competitive per diem for all STEVE SMITH related activities.”  Sugarfree explained, clearly puzzled at my question.

“They pay you for this shit?”

At that point my cell phone rang.

”One second…hello?”

We’ve been trying to reach you.  According to our records your car’s warranty is about to expire—”

“Ghah!”

——-

“Why is it we always meet like this?”  I asked.

”I rather enjoy these.  Its like a music festival, except the music sucks, everyone pretends to not notice, and I don’t want to copulate with anyone.” Sugarfree replied.

“Welcome to the Seattle People’s Autonomous Zone.”  Some lady with blueish, greenish hair began shouting over a bullhorn.

“The SPAZ?” Sugarfree asked.  I just shook my head in amusement.

“We stand here with disadvantaged people of all types, including but not limited to persons of colour, LGBTQ, women, minorities….”

STEVE SMITH?

”….yes and even STEVE SMITH.  We stand with our comrades in arms in the FREE CASCADIA MOVEMENT.  Without a FREE CASCADIA we will never liberate ourselves from the yoke of corporations like this…” She pointed at the building behind her.  “Who pay substandard wages to non-union workers, to RAPE our forests and wetlands.”

”I support shouting random buzzwords!”  Sugarfree shouted.

”What are you doing?  STEVE will know we’re here.”  I said.

”Free buzzwords!”  A soyboy shouted.

”Buzzwords are our right!”  A um…person, shouted back.

CASCADIA STANDS WITH BUZZWORDS.  BY STANDS MEAN RAPE.

“Wait…what?”  The bluish, greenish haired woman with the bullhord asked.

”Oh no, the Fuzz just arrived.”  Sugarfree said.

UM….STEVE SMITH RAPE CORPORATE CAPITALISTS IN NAME OF CASCADIA…

He stopped when we all heard the classic bluegrass ringtone.

ONE SECOND….WHAT….STEVE SMITH NOT EVEN HAVE CAR

The he picked up the woman with bluish, greenish hair, and threw her into the crowd.

“The cops aren’t going to like that.”  I said.

“You can’t stand in the way of our right to buzzwords!”

”You even realize what this company does to the environment?!”  A soyboy next to me asked.

”Do you even know what they sell?”  I asked him.

”Extended auto warranties.”

At this point, STEVE SMITH picked up a garbage can and threw it at the building.

”They must be destroyed.”  Sugarfree said ominously.

“But the cops will start shooting the crowd.”  I replied.

”You have a gun, shoot at them.”

”That’s suicide, and besides I flew here and left it at home since the state of Washington doesn’t recognize my non-existent Arizona concealed carry permit.”

”Oh sure….NOW you give a shit about laws.  I have an idea.”

Sugarfree shimmied up a traffic light, stood upon the arm, and removed his clothes.

…then the cops watched in awe as he urinated into his own mouth.

Success!

Upon my return home, I received a small gift from STEVE SMITH.  It was a delightful libation.  A craft brewed imperial stout aged in Buffalo Trace Rye Barrels.  Say what you want about STEVE SMITH, at least he reads the articles.  Empirical Brewing NeoTronic Imperial Stout: 4.8/5

….along with a personalized note I found troubling.