Those were the first words that came to me when I saw what had become of Mocha Daze.
I'd shown up at my scheduled time. Yellow police tape covered the front door. I lifted it and entered. It looked as if a bomb had gone off. Glass was everywhere. Stuff we sold was smashed or torn up. Chairs were broken and tables were turned over. The stain glass window was shattered. The place was fucked up. I wanted to find the shitheads who did this and fuck them up.
Fran, Andrew, Jenn and Eric were cleaning up the mess.
Greg was video taping the scene. I walked up to him. He saw me and lowered the camera. His lip was swollen.
"Hi," Greg said. "Uh, about the other night."
"I'm sorry."
He looked at me. At least I didn't give him a black eye.
"No," he said. "I was an asshole. It was my fault."
"You're right. It was your fault and you were an asshole."
"Still friends?"
"Let me think about it... Sure, why not?"
"Cool."
"What the hell happened?"
"Somebody didn't like the decor."
"Where's Hugo?"
"In his office talking to the cops. He's been trying to call you. Where have you been?"
"Out. They take any money?"
"Whatever was in the cash registers."
"I better help Jenn with the clean up."
I grabbed a busser tray and started picking up the broken pieces of cups and stain glass.
Hugo came out of his office, a couple of cops with him. He saw me and his face turned red.
"You okay?" I asked him. "Anything I can do?"
He just stared at me.
"Mike, you're fired!"
