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•••••Sunday Morning, The Circus Stopped By!•••••
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•••••Sunday Morning, The Circus Stopped By!•••••  -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- WELCOME TO THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- *****The transcript that you are about to read was written on some 36 cocktail napkins in dark purple crayon, once things progressed into complete chaos, backpocket13 used the recording feature on his I phone, NOTE: at certain times the illegibility of certain aspects of the conversation was added as best as could be understood. - Yours in Sin The Devilboy (Editor in Chief, The Sinners Club) -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- THE SUNDAY MORNING PSYCHO CIRCUS pt.1 -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- .........When I let Myself into the house as the sun was coming up on Sunday morning, everything was quiet. There wasn't any cars parked out front and no one was sleeping on the lawn. It gave me the crazy notion that I might be able to score a few hours of much needed sleep. I go into the kitchen before I even take off my coat, I open up the fridge hoping to find something alcohol free to wash the burnt sandpaper taste of "the last two days" out of my mouth......I take a quick glance into the box,.... ....ketchup.... ....baking soda.... ....a case of beer.... .....D-batteries.... .....Oh Shit.... .....nothing..... .....SHIT!..... ..........Looks like its gonna be a "Ghetto Red" or plain old cancer causing tap water. A "Ghetto Red" was ketchup and water, in case you were wondering. We usually consumed these for nutritional content only. .....We are bachelors after all, ramen noodles were a staple for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. .....but..... .....Wait.... .....Something catches my eye, in the clear produce draw at the bottom of the empty fridge, It's behind a carton of shrimp fried rice that smells like its been there since Christ was a , I push the carton aside(I swear it growled at me, I chuckled nervously to myself, a couple days without sleep and the hallucinations begin to make unwelcome appearances. .....There all the way in the back of the draw was one single can of grape soda..........I crack it open, it's flat but I slam it down anyway. I smash the can flat on my forehead and throw it across the kitchen and into the trash can. To my surprise (I just about screamed!) an angry response came from the living room ......."What the Fuck!!!"...... ???huh??? ......"HEY!!....HEY!!"...... ???someone??? ......"WHO'S OUT THERE?!?!"...... ???shrieks insanely??? ......"HEY YOU OF A !!!!....I HEAR YOU!!!!"....... ???from the??? ......"SHOW YOURSELF!!!...I'LL COME IN THERE AND TEAR YOUR LUNGS OUT!!!.....SHOW YOURSELF!!!.....NOW!!....NOW!"..... !!!living room!!! ....."NOW!.....GODDAMN IT!!!....NOW!!!"..... .........I grab the ketchup bottle out of the ice box, holding it low down by my hip, ready to swing it like a truncheon if needed. I step into the doorway, ready for Murder. .........Only to find my old friend Jawbreaker sitting Indian style on the big black leather sofa, in a pair of desert fatigues combat boots and a black wool watch cap, his pale sunken chest sports a black tattoo over his heart that says "Do Not Resuscitate" Shit I wonder, when did I start getting so paranoid? This is actually good, it means that my roommate is here somewhere too. He hadn't been home in five days, and the rent was due. The last I had heard, he and Jawbreaker had four quarts of "Wild Irish Rose" and they were gonna go out to the dump, get Rip Shit Drunk and shoot rats with a pair of chrome plated Colt Pythons that Jawbreaker had gotten from a junkie cop who (of all things) was in charge of the County Evidence Lockers. ..........I sit down in the big matching leather chair across from him, and take a good long look at him while he stare of into space...... ......His Dead Mans Pallor...... .....Crazy Wild Eyes...... .....Sunken Chest..... .....and His Labored Breathing..... .........Not to mention the haunted way he was staring right through me, like I was some sort of Wicked Hallucination from acid trips long taken. .........These were not good signs...... .........I look at the glass topped coffee table between us, not really surprised at what's there........about four or five pipes of different shapes and sizes, a small water bong, two large chunks of Black Hash, about an ounce of stinky green buds that were flung across the table like the bag exploded, a Combat Black Sixteen Inch Bowie Knife, a Jar of Sweet Pickles, a Straight Razor(this Jawbreaker usually kept tucked into his left boot), about a Two Dozen Sliced Lime Wedges, twenty six or twenty nine partially empty Beer Bottles give or take, a Half Empty Bottle of Tequila, about a third of a pill bottle of Valium, a handful of shells for the Revolvers, and eight or nine small "Bumps" of an ominous looking powder. I knew immediately that it was SPEED. I had no doubt. Jawbreaker was a High Octane Tweeker,....an Adrenaline Junkie.....a Terminal Speed Freak with One Foot in the Grave ..........On top of all that he was an Army Special Forces Section Eight, with a documented case of P.T.S.D, M.P.D, A.D.D, and three or four S.T.D.s he had picked up in Guam. ..........He was prone to Psychotic Episodes, Manic Depression, Suicidal Urges and Fits of Blind Homicidal Rage. ..........Out of habit he kept a Razor in his Boot, a pair of Brass Knuckles in his leather coat, a Gun in his Car and an All Consuming Blind Rage in his Heart that he Freely Directed at Anyone or Anything unfortunate enough to get in his way. ..........He was a Lazy Eyed Psychopath with the Morals of Caligula, the compassion of Jack the Ripper, and the Temper of a Rabid Pittbull with a Head full of P.C.P. a Brain Damaged Misfit Racing Towards Self Destruction. ..........He was however my oldest living friend,....He had in fact gotten Me out of Old Mexico with Two Dozen Mexican Secret Police looking for me.....So you can see how that Bought Him A Lot of Leeway in my book....There weren't many of that breed left Standing.......Not after that Long Hard Road.....after a time you start to Develop a Queer Taste for the Fast Lane......and after that its Only a Matter of Time, When and Where. Between that and the High Level of Burn Out, and you didn't need a Magic Eight Ball to see the Inevitable......Jawbreaker, however he just didn't seem to grasp the concept,.....His Kind didn't Understand, Never Could, Never Would. ..........I looked up suddenly, He had begun to make a low whistling sound in the back of his throat,....Grabbed up the bottle of Tequila took Two long Pulls off of it, Slammed it back down on the table, and pulled a Three Inch Long Gold Straw from behind his ear, and Quickly snorted up Two Bumps of Speed, He began Thrashing Around on the sofa holding his Head and Moaning before Freezing Up like a Statue with his Eyes Watering Down His Face like he had been Rabbit Punched in the Spleen...... .......He was Buzzing and Vibrating like a Electrical Current was passing through his Body. He sat there in a Stupor, mouth hanging open, drool running down his chin, tears drying on his face, one Eye fixed on the Horizon, while his Bad Eye Spun around in his skull like a Broken Reel on a Slot Machine.... ......NO!.....JESUS GOD.....Don't look at that Cursed Eye.....SHIT!.....Thats JUST what I NEED!!!......Theres ONE THING that will throw Jawbreaker into a Kill Crazy Rampage,.....and thats if HE even THINKS that you're STARING, Hell even just glancing at that Fucked Up Eye......Thats IT,....You'd be better off sticking a loaded gun in your MOUTH and TUG on the TRIGGER!!! ........Still this Whole Scene was Starting to Freak Me the Fuck Out! There was No Sign of The Devilboy, and the Landlord had been by Twice in the last Three Days......I had to COVER his END last MONTH. this was starting to PISS ME OFF!......I grab a pipe, break off a chunk of Hash, stuff some of that FINE SMOKE into the bowl, then stuff the Hash on top. Fishing a lighter out of my jacket pocket,(I hadn't even gotten it off yet!) I light up, take a Nice Big Hit of the Pleasant tasting blend. I feel my CRAZED THOUGHTS begin to subside ever so slightly, I smoke and sit watching Jawbreaker Drool on Himself......... ......I can Tell that he's Fading Fast,.....And once he Slips into one of his EPISODES OF COMPLETE DRUG PSYCHOSIS, it could be DAYS before He comes out of it. Hell from the look of him, he's probably been up for four or five days straight!......This was Bad,....Jawbreaker was Fading Fast,....I couldn't risk Losing Him just yet,......I NEEDED to Know what in the Sweet Fuck was going on! .......I sit for a Minute thinking to Myself,......OH FUCK IT!.....I take another look at Jawbreaker,....He's starting to make that LOW WHINE in the Back of his Throat,........I lean forward,....Raise my Open Hand above my head,.... And going against EVERY Rational Though and Instinct I posses,......I bring my hand down in a Wide Powerful Swing aimed right at Jawbreakers Left Eardrum...... TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EDITION OF THE WORLD FAMOUS SINNERS CLUB!!!!.......SEE YOU THEN DEMONS AND DEBUTANTES!!!!!! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX FRIENDS OF THE DEVIL: Jayden-Cant wait to see ya! BustyBettyBoop-My girl with those "Far Away Eyes" Chi-Chi-My Jersey City Girl Emilia-Gotta message you about better blog design AND TO MY OTHER TEN READERS, KEEP COMING BACK!!! MORE INSANITY IS JUST ONE BLOG AWAY, AND REMEMBER, IF YOU ARE GOING TO STOP IN, LEAVE A COMPLEMENT, A COMPLAINT, OR JUST A GOOD OLD FASHIONED GO FUCK YOURSELF! DOWN HERE WE THRIVE ON THAT!! Laughing in Hell Sinfully backpocket13 |
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