The dream begins (1)

Cal. 34 years old. Goes to bars every night save one. Tonight? Not that one night. Big and hairy and interested in only one thing: Time. If he could buy time he would. As such his apartment room is filled with clocks upon clocks. Old ones. New ones and present ones as he would call them. He is actually just about to leave for his late night walk as a matter of fact lets get into his head shall we?
“…and I’m hungry so id better stop by the madams place for those onion fries tonight. She might even give me a large box of them if i do some of that heavy lifting she wanted me to do last Friday night. Ah I left a packet of smokes in my jacket pocket… i don’t mind if i do… hmm that’s a good smoke… i needed one. Okay… time to head out…”
Looks like he is going to a bar huh? shall we follow him? but where are my manners? I’m the author of this story, pleased to meet you! I go by the name azietheazie and i will appear numerous times within the story lets see if you can spot me! I will always appear as a scapegoat or scape-lamb as i would prefer. I will take the bruise from the bully and render justice fully. Now by this time Cal ought to be out the door and just going down the last few steps to his urban apartment. The night lights for the streets on and the noise from the day just dying down. 

Cal moved through the crowds professionally and courteously while navigating his nicotine addiction. He drank some whiskey from a flask occasionally to warm himself up in the cold night. Past the post box. Past the bus stop. A passing thought echoed through his thoughts “I wonder if Gene is at his usual spot?” and sure enough Gene was there. Gene got up from his spot on the sidewalk and Cal’s brisk pace slowed tremendously. Gene started speaking while Cal gave him a dollar bill. 

“I… I s…saw the elephant trio at the mall yesterday and the Bixby brothers came here asking for you, sounds like they want another fight. Also on the news paper it says there was a tremendous earthquake in our home town they are sending workers to the site to try to control the situation. Even some from here. You still remember rills wood don’t you? Its been nine years since you left and 8 since i did coming after you. Are you gonna see your pare-” Gene said this stuttering at first but at parents Cal cut in. 

“Gene you know how i feel about my parents no less how they feel abou-” Cals mouth dropped when he looked at what Gene held in his hand. It was an emblem and not just any emblem. It was the tills road emblem a four sided star with lambs ears on the top and cats ears on the bottom. “your pops sent this to me, he said it was for you. He knows you don’t check your mail.” Gene interrupted Cals gasp with these words. “So are we gonna go visit? Its only 5 hours drive and itll be a good opportunity to make some extra dough.”

“I’ll think about it” Cal said mildly. “Got any jobs I can do in the mean time?’

“only two one from madam and one from billy”. Gene handed him two pieces of paper one saying “urgent: Due today” and the other “not-urgent: Due one week” Cal said his thankyous and goodbyes to Gene. Then walked a few steps to the madams place while pocketing the “not-urgent: Due one week” He saw the madams picture on the urgent notice and read it briefly. It reads: “I want to redecorate my bars backrooms. Need someone with muscles as there will be heavy lifting.” “reward 500 pieces” after making eye contact with the madam Cal walked in. 

CAL