A Fatal Attraction
The Moses Herzog Story
If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog. While his name was Moses few people called him that anymore. Moses Herzog was a hobo, and most people mostly just referred to as Mo or "Herzog the Hog". His home was a box and he only had one pair of clothes, but you should not feel too bad for old Mo because he was a murderer and a thief. In truth he was a monster who did what it took to survive. He was not always this way. True there was always evil in his heart, but he never acted on it until someone brought it out of him. Our story, begins before Mo was homeless, and before he was a murderer. Before the story that follows he went to prison for minor theft and when he got out of prison he went into a life of poverty and continued in his life of crime, but he did not go at it alone. His accomplice was none other than the infamous giraffe Rico Sanchez. This is how Mo went from "ok" to bad, and how he changed forever.
Mo and Rico met during their shared jail time and got acquainted quickly because not only where they cell mates, but Mo loved giraffes, and he loved Rico. When they both got out they decided to meet up and take the world by the tail and wrestle around with it. In the beginning, Mo thought of Rico as a friend, maybe even as a brother, but as they got closer his feelings grew more. Mo started to realize that he did not want to live without Rico, but he knew they could not be together. No man ever loved a giraffe as much as Mo loved Rico. Rico and Mo could not be any closer, and while Rico had affection for Mo he was a sociopath so it was only out of self-gain that they stayed together.
One night when they were planning to rob a bank Mo got the idea to confess his love to Rico, because he just could not hold it in anymore. One knows they are in love when they don’t want to dream because their reality is better than their dreams. So while they were planning the robbery Mo let the cat out of the bag, and it ran around for a bit and Mo and Rico had to chase it down and get it back in its cage. After that he told Rico his feelings and Rico was mortified, it was one ugly cat. He told Mo that he was not interested, and had a side bae named Foxy Pachino. Instead of feeling despair, all Mo felt for Rico was hatred. When someone rips your heart from it's place in your chest and throws it on the ground only two things can happen; they either go in to a deep state of melancholy, or are filled with a rage that cannot be controlled by any man. As tears filled his eyes he stormed out and left their hideout. When he came back for his things Rico was gone along with all of Mo’s possessions. Something snapped inside of Mo in that moment, something came out of him that only a giraffe like Rico Sanchez could bring out in a man. Hatred turned to rage, and Mo went searching for the giraffe he once loved.
He knew he would find him with her. The one who stole him from him. As Mo walked up to the door he broke it down and went straight into the bedroom. He found them there, and caring nothing but a knife Mo killed Foxy, while Rico tried to run away. In the hustle and bustle of the murder Mo tried to throwing knife that beanbag named Rico, so he threw it and hoped for the best. The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.
