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the doktor is difficult under the best of circumstances and certainly so when the drug consumption is not coordinated.
previous engagements required a late day meeting at 55 and 84...there sits a small bar with shit drinks and poor atmosphere. i spoke with the doktor via secure land line on three separate occasions prior to reconnoiter at the bar and he was completely belligerent. i had to hang up on him each time, providing valuable information in microbursts before he rained down ‘fuck’ words on me. my best guess at that point was that he’d been all hopped up on some rare nazi speed and rotgut whiskey…all of his symptoms and behaviors seemed to suggest so, you understand…and me and this fat dude had settled into a serious session of madden and some deep dub on the stereo.
i told dr. asshole to be at the joint around sunset, and although he told me i was ‘a fucking douche bag’ and that the bar was so ‘lame’ that he ‘ain’t’ coming anywhere near 'it' and ‘awww fuck i ripped off the steering wheel,’ i was fairly certain that he would arrive somehow. me and the fat dude waited in the parking lot for the doktor. across the road, about two dozen kerry supporters had gathered, waving placards and getting cars to beep their horns. on the other side of the road, about a dozen or so bush supporters had gathered and a car was dropping off a few more. doktor fuckhead pulled into the lot and crashed into a dumpster…he didn’t even shut his door…came storming to our car, opened the door, saying ’let’s go. i’ve got my nixon mask.’
he walked into oncoming traffic and took his place on the bush side with his fucking nixon mask on that bulbous head of his. me and the fat dude went to the kerry side…not for any necessarily ideological reasons, you understand…but mostly because they had chairs and refreshments. not that there’s anything wrong with that. doktor nixon immediately hit it off with the supporters, grabbing a placard and screaming to oncoming motorists, ‘go fuck yourself! bush cheney in 04!’ the bush side were suddenly a pack of panicked animals, scurrying about, muttering…then yelling and pushing. the fat dude stood up, but i wasn’t worried…the doktor stopped his chant after about ten minutes of their verbal abuse, resorting to merely shooting the finger intermittently to passing motorists. perhaps because he had the sign and the mask, they let him alone. kinda helping their cause, i suppose. maybe simple confusion…i mean what the fuck would you do if you went to take a piss in the middle of the night and a fucking komodo dragon was in the tub? whatever.
the fat dude sat back down.
the doktor struck up a conversation with some of the females in attendance on the bush side. bad vibrations and strange rumblings here…the banshee shrieks for buffalo meat…world war, paranoia, hate, fear, and power…some yin-and-yang unity…the two groups mixed, warily…sharing at the waterhole…festivities under a full moon…newer strangers…not here, you fool…keep it private…same on both sides…the structure is set you’ll never change it with a ballot pull and maybe we don’t realize…caught, same game, no connections.
right. the doktor had not won over any of the males in attendance on the bush side, and during conversation with some from that camp, they expressed disappointment over the doktor’s actions. which is perfectly understandable. imagine how disappointed the doktor’s parents must be. ha ha…woooooo. my efforts to diffuse the situation…cuz really brother, if you can stand toe to toe then you can see eye to eye…were going nowhere and the fat dude was eating and the doktor was ignoring the high signs i was trying to give him. i mean, i guess there was potential for some real ugliness here, especially since i was revising my earlier opinion of the doktor’s drug intake. in addition to the nazified speed he most assuredly popped like tic-tacs, i was also suspecting cheap pcp and malt liquor of being on the bill. at that point, i did what any rational adult would do in such a situation: i called the police. the doktor needed arrested and locked-up, and i hoped to christ they had a taser because those things look really cool on cops and the fucking doktor needed it…right in the fucking eye.
then the fat dude is all like ‘dude…what’s doktor got in the trunk? there’s all kinds of people standing around his car.’
‘doktor, you asshole…the police!’
‘reconnoiter in fifteen,’ and he ran across the highway right into the crowd by his car, stutter-stepping towards a few, acting like he’s going to run into them. they split like the grease in that dawn commercial and he was out of there.
seemed like a good time for me and the fat dude to split too but he had to get some chicken wings wrapped in a napkin first.
previous engagements required a late day meeting at 55 and 84...there sits a small bar with shit drinks and poor atmosphere. i spoke with the doktor via secure land line on three separate occasions prior to reconnoiter at the bar and he was completely belligerent. i had to hang up on him each time, providing valuable information in microbursts before he rained down ‘fuck’ words on me. my best guess at that point was that he’d been all hopped up on some rare nazi speed and rotgut whiskey…all of his symptoms and behaviors seemed to suggest so, you understand…and me and this fat dude had settled into a serious session of madden and some deep dub on the stereo.
i told dr. asshole to be at the joint around sunset, and although he told me i was ‘a fucking douche bag’ and that the bar was so ‘lame’ that he ‘ain’t’ coming anywhere near 'it' and ‘awww fuck i ripped off the steering wheel,’ i was fairly certain that he would arrive somehow. me and the fat dude waited in the parking lot for the doktor. across the road, about two dozen kerry supporters had gathered, waving placards and getting cars to beep their horns. on the other side of the road, about a dozen or so bush supporters had gathered and a car was dropping off a few more. doktor fuckhead pulled into the lot and crashed into a dumpster…he didn’t even shut his door…came storming to our car, opened the door, saying ’let’s go. i’ve got my nixon mask.’
he walked into oncoming traffic and took his place on the bush side with his fucking nixon mask on that bulbous head of his. me and the fat dude went to the kerry side…not for any necessarily ideological reasons, you understand…but mostly because they had chairs and refreshments. not that there’s anything wrong with that. doktor nixon immediately hit it off with the supporters, grabbing a placard and screaming to oncoming motorists, ‘go fuck yourself! bush cheney in 04!’ the bush side were suddenly a pack of panicked animals, scurrying about, muttering…then yelling and pushing. the fat dude stood up, but i wasn’t worried…the doktor stopped his chant after about ten minutes of their verbal abuse, resorting to merely shooting the finger intermittently to passing motorists. perhaps because he had the sign and the mask, they let him alone. kinda helping their cause, i suppose. maybe simple confusion…i mean what the fuck would you do if you went to take a piss in the middle of the night and a fucking komodo dragon was in the tub? whatever.
the fat dude sat back down.
the doktor struck up a conversation with some of the females in attendance on the bush side. bad vibrations and strange rumblings here…the banshee shrieks for buffalo meat…world war, paranoia, hate, fear, and power…some yin-and-yang unity…the two groups mixed, warily…sharing at the waterhole…festivities under a full moon…newer strangers…not here, you fool…keep it private…same on both sides…the structure is set you’ll never change it with a ballot pull and maybe we don’t realize…caught, same game, no connections.
right. the doktor had not won over any of the males in attendance on the bush side, and during conversation with some from that camp, they expressed disappointment over the doktor’s actions. which is perfectly understandable. imagine how disappointed the doktor’s parents must be. ha ha…woooooo. my efforts to diffuse the situation…cuz really brother, if you can stand toe to toe then you can see eye to eye…were going nowhere and the fat dude was eating and the doktor was ignoring the high signs i was trying to give him. i mean, i guess there was potential for some real ugliness here, especially since i was revising my earlier opinion of the doktor’s drug intake. in addition to the nazified speed he most assuredly popped like tic-tacs, i was also suspecting cheap pcp and malt liquor of being on the bill. at that point, i did what any rational adult would do in such a situation: i called the police. the doktor needed arrested and locked-up, and i hoped to christ they had a taser because those things look really cool on cops and the fucking doktor needed it…right in the fucking eye.
then the fat dude is all like ‘dude…what’s doktor got in the trunk? there’s all kinds of people standing around his car.’
‘doktor, you asshole…the police!’
‘reconnoiter in fifteen,’ and he ran across the highway right into the crowd by his car, stutter-stepping towards a few, acting like he’s going to run into them. they split like the grease in that dawn commercial and he was out of there.
seemed like a good time for me and the fat dude to split too but he had to get some chicken wings wrapped in a napkin first.
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 1:00 AM
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I am reminded of a movie I saw. Just saw actually. This is why I remember it, of course. 28 Days Later. Jabbering dupes of men with names like Brett, Lance, William, and Donald got infected with a virus that makes you lose all your humanity and very angry and violent. "The Rage" they call it. Fitting. Apparently it comes on in 10 to 15 seconds after contact with blood. And you are turned. Relentless, and apparently unable to understand simple requests. And unable to speak coherently. These creatures have one track minds. They just to turn normal people just like them. Men, women, and children (probably). They are otherwise usless creatures. Poor and pathetic, they attack in packs. The only way to deal with them, of course, is with the same unrelenting, unreasonable violence they are offering you. There is no other way. A pretty good movie. Sick and twisted. Watch it. Fear it. Its not as far-fetched as it seems...
i [heart] unrelenting unreasonable violence
~ johnny rotten
Apparently, you are not alone.
Oh yes, other names comes to mind...
Francis, and William.
wait...you are forgetting todd, thad, tad, biff, kyle, gavin, tyler, and, uh...
oh yeah...ass lover? is that one?
~ johnny blaze
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