So I hit up the Snowman in the deep dark. We wandered over to the brickyard on the edge of Ward D and the Pyth by the chem plant, homeless reclamation center and where the gov is slaming down the CF19 super-train rail. Not the safest strip in New Atomic but with a bunch of punks and mods heading to the same party we were, I figured the only DHAG's around would be friendlys. Maybe not, lick-your-hand "let me fetch you a drink" kinda mugs but not the type to bear teeth without a reason either.
Well you can probly see where this is trickling. We hadn't been at the rock-spot for more than five minutes when trouble bubbled to the surface. I hadn't even drained my first warm brew from the row of dented silver pumpers when I see the Snowmans stupid fat-white-jacket moving far faster than the punk would ever desire to move. Of course, slipping through the crowd like greased eels are two heavy DHAG's.
By the time I made the door the deed was done. Best I can tell Snowman had made a comment or three that are best left unsaid in mixed company. Then to put a capper on 'em he pulled out a friggin' dog whistle and gave it a go. The DHAG's had enough of it and let a good whoopin follow. I dragged Snowman up of the curb and tossed him into a johnny and asked the driver to hit the closest Doc Shop.
Snowman should be rain in a couple days, and the new teeth might even help with the ladies.
Boscoe Cauliflower
less than more but, not so much to get excited about.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Disco made me do it.
Walking to the Pearly Gates I saw a cat stretched out across the curb, half in half out of some cardboard. My first thought was, "If this was 2 clicks up, near the Commerce Bang, the blackies would have him rounded and pounded before his head hit the curb. No sleep for this saucer." That's why I like the Pyth and Ward D. Nobody cares what you do, just so long as you stay out of their way.
Gotta bounce and meet the Snowman.
Gotta bounce and meet the Snowman.
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