165 The Return

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For Tellesco. He had fallen in love with a dead girl. And he was the only one who would ever see her again. He had never been kissed. For whatever reasons. Ya know.


Volta. Never Been Kissed.






Tellesco watched Sean look at the abyss, and he shivered. It was cold in the car. He looked down at his hands in his lap. The rain poured down into his car, through the window Sean had smashed open minutes before with his big fists.



He wanted to follow Sean, but he chust couldn’t.



No, you must not fault Tellesco here for his cowardice. It would take quite a lot for this young man to finally find his own mettle. But when he did, he would become a force of nature.




You see, he felt a presence in the car.




Through the open window, the crashing rain opened a portal of sorts.




His eyes stung with salt water, as he sat, looking at his arm that had, for a few hours after the Figgin Episode, appeared to be in the shape of a snail.




The screws and the rods in his arm cried in pain. But there was something else.




Love at first sight, in a hidden stairwell, in a mansion now baptized with water and fire.




Can you believe it?




How can someone fall in love with the glint of a dead girl, strapped into an airplane seat thousands of miles away, off the coast of France, on its way to Germany?




An airplane at the bottom of the ocean, a night flight that had crashed into the sea?




Tellesco was in love with a dead girl. For whatever reasons, perhaps we revisit this earthly plane over and over again to re-connect with a soul we have known all along.



Call it Déjà vu, or the feeling like you have awakened from a dream that you wish to get back to, have you ever seen a person that you wanted to talk to, but you never got the chance?



A chance meeting, or even a glint of someone, and you always think of: "What could have happened if I had stopped and said hi?"



You never get a second chance.





He felt a hand on his arm, and he felt strength.





Huh.



He had never been kissed by a girl in this lifetime, yet, and that was because of his own shit he had to deal with.



He looked up, and he saw her in the passenger seat.




Instead of screaming out loud and bailing out of the car like any one of us would do, he smiled.



It felt like home.


Hah?





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N.E.R.D. Rock Star.







Sean looked into the abyss and he knew that he would have to go balls to the wall, petal to the metal, and scream into the direction of hell.




He thumped the accelerator down to the floor, and his automobile awoke.





This would not end well.




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In the distance between the oncoming pairs of cars driven by purple robes searching for mayhem and the ones behind them, a new set of lights appeared.





In the rain that punished the valley of the Sans Joking River Valley, a long, sleek, black as death, gleaming and glinty hearse joined the fray.






It had a circle A spray painted on its side.






The driver had an evil grin on his fat face.



He would bring his own mayhem to the party.





His grin glinted with a hundred fangs.











Uh, Wha?









God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.






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144 UNFOUGHTEN

Happy 18th Wedding Anniversary, my Lady. I wish I could write pretty things for you. But you know me.

Let's go.










Joey closed the gate behind him.


He stepped up to us and said, “What, ya think I’d bail on you here and now?”



Huh.



Gawdamn, son.




Katheena fired up her golden car with the gold tinted windows and the giant black bird on its hood, and we flew off into the night sky.









Spamela’s eyes were wide open, and Galen wouldn’t let go of Katheena’s hand.

“Are you a real punk lady?"

“How do you get your hair to do that?”


Katheena looked like she had fallen in love.



“Hey Katheena, you cool here? Joseph and I will be right back.”

“I’m good. Hey little ladies, do you have any dolls?”



Very cute.



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Ant Knee opened the door to his mother’s duplex and said, “Hey guys. What’s going on?”

“Hey Anthony, is Sean here?”


“Nope. He’s off at his girl’s place.”



“Dayam. When will he be back?”

“I dunno. Sometimes, he gone for a week.”




From inside his duplex we heard, “Ant Knee! Who’s at da back door?”

He swung his head back inside and shouted back, “Mind your own bidness momma!”


Then he stepped out and closed the door behind him. “Let’s go for a walk fellas.”



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The reservoir glinted with tiny diamonds from the liar’s moon coming up over the Sierras. It was a blood moon, and these were blood diamonds.


“Anthony, I gotta tell you, I had no idea that Sean would crash us all.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. I mean, you know how Sean is, right?”



“Huh. But to do shit like that to me and Bryan and Tellesco? Come on man.”

Ant Knee looked over the sparkly reservoir. “It was pretty fun up to that point, then you guys all went figgin. What the fuck?”



Lion Man spoke up. “Jerry had the good stuff. But that other dude who showed up, well…. He could match. And he did.”



Ant Knee looked down at Joey from over his arms on the chain link fence. “Yeah. He did. But I’d like to fuck up his shit for what he did.”


I nudged him. “Anthony, I know who that guy is. He’s called Muy Largo. He’s pretty bad.”


“Obvious. It’s lucky no one else got shot. But Jerry fucked everything up for all those big dudes.”




“Actually, that’s why we are here. I’m looking for that Fat Jerry punk.”


“Oh, he owe you some money?”




“No. He owes us some answers.”


Ant Knee looked into his palms. “I ain’t seen him since that night. No one has. But everyone’s asking. I mean, how do you show up to a party with all the good shit and make everyone happy, make a busload of connections, and then bail on everything? That fucker lost a lot of bidness. And now I look bad.”


Joey said, “I think I brought Tommy Hewitt to his fate there, because of that powder.”



We both looked at each other, then at Joey.


He said, “Don’t look at me that way. I’ve never snorted that shit, …well, I hadn’t until then. But shoot. It was me. I brought Tommy Hewitt there in my car.”



I grabbed Joey by the shoulder and looked into his face. “You think Tommy Hewitt met his end because of you?”

Joey looked up and shrugged. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Will.”




Huh.




“Joseph, what happened to Tommy Hewitt didn’t have anything to do with you. That shit was from the explosions. That guy Muy Largo has to be called to the mat for what he did that night. He and Fat Jerry have to answer us some questions.”


Ant Knee said, “It was my fault for telling Jerry about the party. If he didn’t come, they would all be unfoughten.”


I looked at Ant Knee. “Is that even a word?”

He scowled at me. “You know what I mean. Maybe none of that shit woulda went down otherwise. Least of all, you and that Bryan dude would have fucking died from alcohol poisoning or someshit!”


Hah?


Joey frowned. “I should have been with Tommy Hewitt to the end. I owed it to him.”



Dayam. Now I would have to babysit Joey. I had not expected this.


Fuck it.



It was time to bail.


“Anthony, would you tell Sean that I need to talk to him ASAP?”


“Yeah, Will, I will. You guys be cool, K?”




“You, too. Be safe.”


Ant Knee’s eyebrows went up, and I headed off back to my own duplex.



Behind me, I heard Joey say, “But what if ---”


Ant Knee said, “Little bro, I keep asking myself that very same thing. But don’t pick a scab or it won’t stop bleeding.”


Huh. Cheesy ole Ant Knee was preaching to the Little Lion Man.



Yet, in his own way,


maybe he had something there.



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Katheena sat at the table across from my mom with a cup of tea in her hand. “Hey Will, I met your mom.”



Mom smiled at me. “Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise coming back from the corner store and finding a stranger here playing dolls with my baby girls.”



Katheena said, “Your mom can fight well, Will.”



It must have been the look on my face, because my mom laughed and said, “We didn’t fight! But I have to tell you, I don’t think I can take any more surprises like that Will. Please introduce me to your friends properly from now on.”


“Oh wow. I’m sorry Mom. I chust didn’t---“

They both laughed. Mom said, “We have been talking about how you just didn’t.”




Katheena and Joey made their way to the front door, and Katheena hugged me. She didn’t offer a smooch, but I took one from her anyway.




After I bade them goodnight and closed the door, my mom said, “Will, you have some very interesting friends.”


I turned around. “You don’t know the half of it.”





She chuckled and took the tea cups to the sink around the corner. I heard her say under her breath, “I like them. Remind me of my old friends back home.”






Huh.


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Sleeping.



Awakened from a nightmare, with an echoing shriek in my head, in my empty room.

Was it my own voice?


I listened.

No one stirred.


I looked around.



There was nothing.




I didn’t want to fall asleep again. I didn’t want to continue that nightmare.


A large, powerful, pale figure with a purple mohawk dyed upon his CranBerry hair, with Zeros and Xs of white medical tape over the birdshot holes in his face and neck, and chrome shin guards on his Docs, well, he sang to me.








Tic Tac Toe, baby. New math.



X O X O X O X O X O X O X O





Best I could do, my Lady.







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Here’s where I get my news stories. Yeah, right. Saturday Morning site for ya.







Duct Tape. Fun and games with your bros.







Like being a kid again. Another cartoon for ya.








Just don’t get anyone preggers.








Or you might turn out to be a bad daddy.







If you are a bad daddy, don’t create your fate this way.







Antidote.



Don’t steal from Jobs. We all miss Jobs.











Possibly NSFW. Tiny bikini.





Someone from Occupy Wall Street stopped smoookaaang long enough to post this.







Antidote for the above tale.











God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.

















OK, One More For You.









NSFW This is WootsonTV’s Channel. I thought you should know.














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143 GATE

The Little Lion Man simply smiled and said, “Weeeeee-ill. You need help.”












I looked up into the fading colors of the darkening sky for a jet trail of an eastern-bound night flight that perhaps would not crash into the sea.





Poolside is always the best thing, and it is even better when you are with your best friends.





And yet, there is no substitution for the fresh, clean water of a river (named after your people) that runs from the holiest place on Earth, into a bay that is named after your people.




Into the ocean.







I got up out of the poolside-lounge chair because I was done lounging about, with this short but mighty lounge dancer.





Joey understood, good host that he was, and he followed me to the side gate. He stepped forward and unlocked it with his key. Katheena exited in front of me. Ladies first, hold the door open, be a gentleman. Always.





Joey held the iron gate open behind us with one hand and said, “Weeeee-ill. I cannot imagine what you are going through now. I wish I had been in that Jeep with you guys, so maybe I could understand better.”







I chust looked back at him and said, “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. No one deserves that shit we went through after it happened.”






Katheena opened her mouth to say something, but Joey interrupted her intentions. He said, “No. I should have been there. I should have followed you.”






Katheena looked up at me, waiting by my side.







They both were looking at me for some sort of answer, for some guidance, or even a fucking clue.






I had none of the above, so check the “D” on your multiple choice test answer sheet.




“Joseph, you might have been killed in that crash. Fuck it, we all should have died from that shit that night. Hell, some of us almost did. And there were some who did. I’m trying to figure it out. I don’t know much, but I have an idea.”






Little Lion Man said, “OK. Don’t forget this.”





He held out his other hand, palm down, and then he dropped the broken screw into my palm.





He said, “Ya know, I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth.”




I looked down at the tiniest piece of evidence of something that might possibly make a difference in such a world of fuck, and I felt like I had to tell him something.



Something, anything.




Nothing was not an option.




So I said, “I think you would. Perhaps you will.”





He had no words.





Sometimes, it speaks volumes when you don’t say anything at all.








I did not know to where this new path would lead, but I tell you something my friend:


I would not be alone in this quest any longer.




Perhaps you will follow me along as well?





The path will be ugly, but there is redemption at the end.














God Help You.



God Help Us All.



---willies out.













For you, from Dotta, here.














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There are certain things which must remain hidden from the light of day and discovered anew, when the day grows dark, after angels fall to Earth…


Bryan greeted us with proper hand shakes all around. He would not be able to talk without pain for a while due to his busted up jaw being wired shut, but you know, eyes will speak more clearly than the tongue has hope for eloquence.

Katheena did not bring Ivan. Joey did not bring Nolei. Sean did not bring Minacca. And me? I would have brought Lorelei. It was all her fault, everything.

And nothing.

There was nothing left.

“Bryan, you be good in there. Don’t go fucking up the place. No tearing off arms and beating them with the wet ends.” Sean laughed and coughed.

Bryan nodded and his eyes crinkled. He pointed at Sean’s chest.

Sean understood. “I know, serves me right for fucking you up Figging.”


Joey had no laughs in him. “Big Man, be cool. You know we gonna be coming to see you every chance we get. Load you up with funds for chocolate bars and condoms.”


Bryan swung at Joey’s arm and connected. Joey winced, and managed a smile. “I know you won’t let anyone get too friendly with you in there.”

Katheena grabbed him and hugged him. “I’ll make sure you get well fed and have everything you need.”

Bryan snuckled a gurgly chuckle through his nose and Sean and I laughed at her.

Katheena rolled her eyes. “You fuckers. You know what I mean.”


I held my hand up and Bryan grabbed it. I didn’t have any words. Fucker took the fall for us all. Bastard. Get off the cross, we need the wood.


Big Bryan was led off and we stood there, watching him go.

Hell, it was only for a few months. Everything would be all right.


Of course it would.

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In a couple days, Joey, Katheena and I walked with Ivan and Nolei and their exchanged families to their boarding gate.

This was before security check points were invented, mind you.

Folks could walk right up to the gate back then, before the world got crazy. Well, of course, it was already crazy. It always had been that way.

But our young nation was like a baby back then. Innocent of the fact that one day, our open door policy of welcoming the downtrodden and oppressed from other parts of the world into our home, under the light from the torch held high by that lovely New York harbor chick, would come back to bite us in the ass.

Fuck those bastards to Hell who did this.

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Of course, Joey and Katheena had already made their private, intimate goodbyes to their German friends, but it did not make anything easier for them.

I had never seen Joey look so distraught, like the fraught face of a young man looking back up at his own face in a small mirror that had lines of white across it.

Watching how Katheena was with Ivan, I could not help but feel anger at Ivan. And still, jealousy.

Knowing what I had learned about her from Tommy Hewitt did not make anything easier. I mean, I understood her fickleness now, but emotions do not follow logic.

Fuck.

I turned on my heel and left all of them.

Fucking Ivan had stolen Katheena from me and dumped Lorelei for her in one deft motion.

I had neither now.

I blamed him for Lorelei’s sadness and her actions, and our own actions, and everything that followed because of it all.

But…



…I would never wish that anyone would fall to the bottom of the sea, never to be seen again.



Unless it is those assholes who blew out the torch of welcome and openness.


Fuck them.



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I called in to work. For some reason, it didn’t seem right to enjoy the music of a young lovely lady on this day.

It was a taste that was becoming stale to me.



Of course, you know that tomorrow would be another day. And I would continue on in my own debauchery, which was a form of escape.

I was going to escape CaliFuckno for good. And while I bade my time and fine-tuned my little car, and saved up enough cash to take my little sisters back home,


…Well…


…I would partake of some of that good old fashioned Mental Escape while I was there.



I would practice on the violin.


This practice would soon lead to me blowing the engine of my little Celica, in a race with a tig bittied chick who also worked at Fucky Chucky’s. She had a boyfriend with a motorcycle, if you recall.





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Fuck the lies of the beautiful trash out there. Let's see some real real real.


Crank it up.







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Way back when I slept on my dirty clothes for a bed in Fuckno, (each day’s clothing would make for a plusher bed on the tile upon cement floor, until wash day when it got hard and cold again…) I listened to a certain radio show each night on NPR. It was a show that had been broadcast a couple years earlier in Britland. It was about Arthur Dent.

Well now, those radio voice actors will be going on tour. Amen.




Speaking of space and probability drives, let’s consider this:




We have the Large Hadron Collider peering into other universes and bringing matter back from those into our own, and soon we will have the final laser beam to finish constructing of four that together will blast the amount of energy our whole planet produces, which will rip apart the fabric of space and time so we explore deeper, next year.



What may happen? Our tiny planet could become a nebula, a place where new stars are born. Very cool. Here are some pretty pics of nebulae.



Career opportunities for this year’s college grads. Well, soon it won’t mater, huh





How to spend a paltry $26,666 a month. Madison Moore wrote this on Splicetoday.


Antidote.

Saturday funnies for ya. Nice lit ref on this one.



Trinity Orchestra plays with Daft Punk. Huh.






Life like Robots. Ya know.





God Help You.

God Help Us All.


---willies out.
















OK, one more for ya.

Ladies and Gentlemen, your new fucking president?

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You may have your insane young devil who causes carnage, but there would always be Lorelei for a young punk in Fuckno, Califorgetmenot.

You see, according to German folklore, a beautiful young chick was chust so sad over her cheating boyfriend that she threw herself to the bottom of the river Rhine and drowned herself. Her ghost lured others to their own doom as well.

The Pogues. Lorelei.

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13 B : : : Fat Jerry Loves To Break Bones

This is for Muy Largo. Luv ya babe.

I just hadn't met you yet.


Press play and read what follows while you hear it. You're gonna love this True Punk Fight Story End shit.


Read all of the stories that relate to this talehere.




Muy Largo punched me over Joey's shoulder, and he had the knife in his hand, blade down. The long, razor sharp blade cut Joey's leather, on his shoulder, and the tip of the blade cut some meat, next to bone, on Joey's shoulder. Joey would heal within a couple weeks, but his shoulder is still never the same.

Muy smacked me in my jaw with his left fist, with lightening speed, and my jaw was made of glass that night it seems, because I fell. Joey told me later that his instinct was to jab an elbow at Muy's arm after it swung past, which made the blade fly through the air on Muy's retraction of his arm back. Joey busted Muy's elbow.

I have no recollection of most of this, but the fact that I am telling you this, and that Joey is still alive, is proof enough that Joey probably have saved us from being sliced in the faces.

At this same moment, three amazing things occurred simultaneously. Two: Sean and Tellesco, who were chomping at the bit, had already gone off-sides, and were grabbing those Messican weasels closest to the front line with their huge arms, and smashing into the others closest to their quarterback; Muy.

The third thing that happened was that Bryan shot his little grannie's .22 into the air, and then pumped the second bullet into Muy's right shoulder, the opposite arm from his now busted left elbow. It was simply luck that this tiny bullet did not end up in Joey. This was all very close range.

You could smell the Jerry Curl or whatever the fuck it was that these Messicans used in their hair nets.


In this close combat that night, you could smell adrenaline and fear, sweat, personal body grooming products, and refried beans.

This moment was as dense and tightly packed as a year, but lasted for only a split second. The aftermath is still with me.


Sean and Tellesco, fully pumped up from Roid Rage, smashed the handsome, fully-dolled up Messicans that they embraced, head first into the pavement. These two football players were enjoying themselves, because the defensive backs they were attacking were not wearing body armor. Sean and Tellesco appeared to be working in unison, because they let these brown rag dolls drop after they knocked them out on the ground at the same time, and then they "attended to" those they had run into with them.

Those dudes were scrambling to get back up, while trying to find what in thee hell had happened to their pistols, which had skittered across the tar after their impact from the first two rag dolls that Sean and Tellesco used as battering rams.

God Bless Sean and Tellesco. It was they who saved us. And it was they who did not stop. Then the Messicans started to holler for help and scream in pain.

I got the fuck back up. I still do not recall this, and it was pretty cheap of me to do so, but it must have been the "Shit or Get Off The Pot" thing, or the "Fight or Flight," thing, but perhaps it was a side of me that I never knew that I had inside me. I wailed on the fallen big dude, hurt as he was.

This is a Bad Quality you might have inside yourself. It just might be that someday you may find yourself in such a moment, and,

Not. Give. A. Simple. Fuck.

I hope that you never find out. It's not pretty. You will feel remorse, you animal you.

I went after Muy. Remember, I do not recall this.

It was blind rage.

I cannot now be held accountable in a court of law.

The statute of limitations for something like or resembling egregious bodily harm, etc. has passed.

But, when you break a bone, it sounds like breaking a piece of chalk.

"CHKK."

When one of your bones gets broken, you will hear it. You won't feel a thing. There is the sudden on-rush of Endorphins to help you get out of such a situation, if you can. If not, you may feel the blessed release of fainting from the pain.

If you are lucky.

Now, you forgot about Fat Jerry, the Punk who had driven to this little tea party in his Hearse, haven't you?

It took a second longer for him to respond, but Fat Jerry,

Well...

He had no "Off Button."

He was the guy who died from contracting HIV later that year, back when it was only known as AIDS, from the English bitch known by a man's name, "Charles." You recall that, don't you?

Pay attention.






Do not read any further. Go have a cup of tea and take a candle-lit bath.



Or press play, and continue on.

Your choice.

It gets gross.



OK.

GO.

Fat Jerry ran forward and began to kick the Messicans who were knocked out. He broke their ribs with his Chrome-Toed Docs.

Sean and Tellesco grabbed those dudes scrambling for their pistols and picked them up in the air.

Little Joey fell, clutching his blood-spurting shoulder. Little Lion Man fell.

I ran at Muy. Evidently, I snatched his fingers and began to push them sideways. I broke his fingers at the joints, or else dislocated them, but I seemed to be intent on making him stop parrying with his knife, which he no longer held, or else maybe stop chopping coke for a while.

I am not proud of this animalistic behavior, on a person who was already in-cap-ass-itated.

Sean and Tellesco began to sweep the ground with their conquests, and then they threw these men at those low-riders cars.

This was when the crowd rushed in.

All sorts of people started to try to help pull the wounded away, and stop those football players, who were in full on rage, from trying to dent the hoods of the Low Rider cars with the bodies of them crooked Messicans.

Fat Jerry was slamming his boots into whatever he could find laying on the tar.

Then he began to snap femurs across his thigh. He actually took the time to prop up a dude's leg, and press down, hard, with both meaty fist-bags. Dude used his weight.

CHHK.

That was gross, according to Little Joey, who heard it all. It happened over and over again.

But Joey stopped everything. He had jumped into the Hearse, as the crowd came in around us, and he began to honk the horn, and he fucking drove forward, ramming into one of the low-rider cars.

He did not run over anyone.

He got out and shouted at us, "DONE! We get the fuck out of here!"

We all stopped, amid the screaming crowd, and heard the far off approach of sirens.

Sean and Tellesco ran toward the Green Beast, the Ford LTD, and Sean dropped the hammer on that bitch. Fat Jerry grabbed Bryan and they clambered into the back of the Hearse.

I was already in the Passenger side.

Don't look at me that way.



Next week, the Aftermath.


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Here are a couple links for you.

I have to work the Bingo tomorrow, ya TDC Enjoyer.



Interesting take on Avatar, but from a cartoonist.

Baby Tiger. Cute.


This is for Hoot. Hell, it looks like him in the first pic.

Huey sings.

Mortgages? Dayam.

Robots? Me likey.



Catfish? For Tucky. Fucking huge, bud.

Now go enjoy the lovely weather, as I take a big ole hit off some second hand smoke at the Bingo Palace.

God Help Me.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.










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