176 The Mettle Of Tellesco TDC WEAW Weekend At Willies

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Feist. My Man, My Moon. Grizzly Remix.






I turned the knob and yanked that cabin door open.




The stars awaited. How odd to see the sun as it set in a black sky, while the stars gleamed without twinkling. It looked like them stars were trying to stare me down hard.


There were no clouds catching fire with orange and red as the sun set. Black sky, no blue.



The blue sky shields you from having to deal with how small and insignificant we are as we make our way through the day.


Eternity is spread out all the time overhead, but the blue sky hides it.



Infinity is a hard donut with your morning coffee or tea.



A blue shield blankets over our maze, as we scurry along looking for the cheese.




I strode out of that damn cabin and went to explore the moon. Why the hell not? Gonna die anyway. Might as well go where no one had gone before.



I scrunched down and then leaped forward as strong as I could.



I flew, baby, I fucking flew. There was no air so I did not have to flap my arms.


I arced over the surface of the waxing gibbous and looked below at the sharp shadows that indicated each rock, crater, and cave. What was inside those caves?



I wondered how much strength it would take to leap from the moon and then land on Saturn.



Only thing was, I could not make out where Saturn twirled in her pastel evening gown of stormy clouds and her hundred golden rings.



I couldn’t see any of the planets except for our own, and she was very big. The only other thing I could make out was our sun. He was not so near, but he was friggin hot as hell as he glared at me.


Talk about a temper.




The lunar surface loomed closer and I braced my knees for impact. I was headed for a crash.



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Tellesco saw those lights loom closer and he did not know what the fuck. He did not know that Fat Jerry was staring him down. There would never be anyone else like that punk bastard in our tiny realm, nor did there ever really need to be.



He simply existed like the planet Pluto, with her own moon Charon almost the same size, dancing in an eternal waltz together, way out where no one would ever suspect, hiding among the big chunks of broken stars, until it was time for that punk bastard to intrude and cause mayhem and disaster.


He enjoyed himself at the detriment to anyone else at all.



Fat Jerry didn’t know who was coming toward him, but he figured his odds were quite good at surviving a game of chicken with the poor fool who stood in his way.



He was supposed to be leaving the car crashes because he had bills to pay. A hearse such as his own was built like an ingot of iron, forged in the fires of the sun.



Tellesco would not have a chance.



Fat Jerry hated me for having to leave the party behind him early, but this new set of headlights before him was quite inviting, and he would not pass up this opportunity to dance with them lights.



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Little Lion Man looked over at Katheena. She had stopped coughing, and she looked like she was feeling a bit blue.



He slammed down on the brakes and the Maserati Bora screeched long and loud in her disappointment.




He jumped out and ran around to her door, opened it, and pulled her up to him, close.



He tilted her head back and felt for a pulse in the side of her neck,




...my star.




He clamped his eyes shut hard as if that would make his fingertips feel any better at all.




Nothing.




He pulled her leather away from her chest and pressed his ear down on her tit and he stopped breathing like she was doing at that time.






There it was.




Her heart was still beating.





It was a soft, tiny flutter.




He pinched her nose closed and opened her jaw up wide, and then he kissed her deep.




He gave her the kiss of life.





He filled her lungs with air.





God Bless Him.









Strange Behaviour featuring Tasha Baxter, by Feed Me.








I landed and rolled in the desert dust of the moon. It was not as hard a landing as I thought it would be. I weighed only a sixth of my weight there on the moon, if you recall.




I took in a deep breath, and then I stretched out and yawned really big. My body tingled.



The dust slowly settled all over me, and I felt drowsy and snuggly as I nestled and drifted off.



I had taken a dose of “Fuckitall” and was going to take a nice desert nap.



Then the ground shook.




I looked up.



An angry cowboy preacher glared down at me with his one eye, and he grabbed my left boot with his right hand. He pulled me up by that lone Doc Marten, swung me around and around again, and then he let me go.



I was flying again, tumbling head over arse. This is not a very graceful manner in which to fly, and I do not recommend it for you.



You probably know to where he had flung me.


Well I did too.




Bastard.



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Tellesco looked down at the seat beside him as the headlights in front of him grew brighter. His new girlfriend was not there to guide him.


He did not have Sean to help him out of a jam either.


He looked back up at the lights and felt lost, like he was off on the moon or something.



He only thought of the promise he’d made to Sean, his savior, earlier. It was the only time Sean had made him promise such a thing.


Sean had made Tellesco promise to come save him.


Tellesco understood what it meant. Now he was the savior.


It was up to him to come back after the damage happened, and collect Sean and take him to the hostibal.


He would not let Sean down.


No matter what.


In this combination of fear and determination, he found his mettle.


Mettle can be found in you when you do something that is the right thing to do, even if it means personal danger. It could mean that you will lose every thing. You could lose your life.


Tellesco made such a decision.



Good for him.


Bad for him?



Huh, we will see.







But he did it.





He said YES to whatever awaited, and he hoped for the best.






YES, and thank you.





He hoped for the best.





Taho, Amen.












God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.







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Here’s a song for you to hear while we embark again. Get your bowl ready, my friend. But, the loud howl of this classic tune illustrates what Joey is about to tell us.

Joey continued. This is what he said:

“Weeee-ill, you know that Jerry and me didn’t know that you guys were all fucked up on a fig tree out in the back orchard. If we did, I promise you, we would have gone and helped you guys out.

“But some assholes come busting in to where me and Jerry and Nolei and Tommy Hewitt were sitting, after the ambulances had left. These were some scary looking dudes. Jerry sees them come pushing their way in through the guys at the door and he stands the fuck up.

“You ever seen Jerry when he looks mad? I don’t think you did yet. No, he looks like a fucking evil clown mask at the Halloween store or some shit. Swear to Gawd. Jerry screams at them, saying, “’Who the fuck are you?’ and they stop the fuck in their tracks.

“I about shit my own pants. They get they shit together and one of them steps forward, says his name is Muy Largo. Dude was big, too, like Jerry, but without all the fat. He ain’t a dumbass, I guess. He walks over and holds out his friggin hand. Says, ‘Me and my buds just want to have a seat and talk with you. That cool?’

“Jerry cools right down. I guess he can make an assessment of a shitiation real quick like that. It’s spooky. He giggled like he does, and I see some of those Muy dudes look at each other like they don’t know what the fuck. But Jerry shakes his hand.

“That Muy Largo sits down at the big dining room table with the rest of us, and his boys all group up behind him. Muy leans forward to whisper something at Jerry. I guess Jerry don’t like people leaning in too close, ‘cause he backs off from Muy and his face gets angry looking. Then check this out. Jerry giggles again. He says, ‘Of course we can match. Line for line. What you got?’

“Muy just stares at Jerry, and one of Muy’s homeys leans in and drops a small bag of blow on the table. It’s all powder, cut up, stepped on. Not like Jerry’s brick. Shit looks like shit, ya know? WEAK. Jerry smiles. Not in a good way. Weeee-ill, that guy has a lot of different ways to creep me the fuck out. Now he is all smiling, and it looks like he has a hundred sharp fangs in his evil grin, but maybe it was the lights or something.

“That guy Muy grabs the crap bag and throws it back over his shoulder without even looking. The dude who brought it out catches it in mid air, and then another dude leans in. This time, a new bag hits the table with a clunk. It’s a fucking brick. So Jerry’s fangs disappear, and we get lined up again. Shit turned out to be pretty fucking good.

“Now we all way up in the air from all this shit, feeling good, starting to get all trembly and hearts racing and stuff from doing so much, and everyone’s gnashing their teeth and has perma-grins plastered on they faces.

“I think Muy wanted to make some kind of deal with Jerry, but it didn’t happen. You can thank Gilbert and his football buddies for that shit. Yup, Gilbert busted in with his buddies, all buzzed out from the beer in them kegs those college kids had out on the deck. Well this freaked out Muy ‘cause he and his crew jump up and they start swinging fists.

“I see Jerry grab both bricks and stuff them inside some sort of back pocket he has in his leather jacket. Then Jerry, well holy fuck, Jerry grabs the china plates and the crystal goblets and he throws that shit at Gilbert and his buddies.

“Dudes got all cut up man! Muy and his boys are swinging fists, Gilbert is whining like a little bitch, and I grab Nolei and Tommy Hewitt and we run to the living room. To get a better seat, ya know. Wasn’t my squabble, Weeee-ill.

“You know what? Jerry picks up that big-ass table and he runs at all of those assholes with it! Yup, he ram-rods them all into the kitchen island thing that has the marble top on it. All them boys got fucked up from that. They go down hard, all gasping for breath, and some look like they arms all smashed.

“But Jerry didn’t stop there. Weeee-ill, you have to watch out for this fucker. I don’t think he has an off button once he gets started. He pulls the broken table off them boys and then he chucks each one of them football players out the fucking sliding glass door.

“He doesn’t stop with them. He tosses Muy and his crew out as well! Then he runs outside. And then shit got ugly. Shit got fucking ugly. Jerry has no off button, you see.


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Join me next time for the next part, if you like.


God Help You.

God Help Us All.


---willies out.




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59 The Price, The Cost, and The Value

We ran out of the Dance like Lorelei's Mercury-white hair had caught the drapes on fire.


We didn't look back.


Germans ran out everywhere, and some angry, large jocks, followed by teachers wanting parents' phone numbers came after us, but I had my Celica parked at the green-painted iron gates in the front of the school, like some asshole who parks his car in two slots so no one can bump his paint.


Douche-baggery, yes. But you must realize, I'd had in mind some sort of "classiness" to open our doors for our German ladies, Lorelei and No-Lay, at the front gate when we'd first arived. And I'd left it there, because I'd been full of douche-pride.


Little Lion Man Joey would agree about that.



However, this was now our escape pod, from this harsh planet of brawlers chasing us, and those angry high-school-chaperone-teachers needing information.



Thank goodness my ride had not been towed.



If you have ever been in panic mode, then you know that you may drop your keys while trying to open a locked door. This is why scantily-clad co-eds will stumble over a tree root when a man in a hockey mask is chasing them with a chainsaw.




This did not happen here. Lucky, or simply fortunate? I always opt for the latter, and I will tell you why in a bit.




We four hopped in, and my little bitch roared to life.



This is when I squealed my tires, and we were gone, baby, gone.



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Lorelei looked over at me as I speed shifted and shot out MacLane High like a man on a moon mission.




Joey and Nolei bumped their heads when I swerved and it sounded like coconuts.

"Ow! What the FUCK?"




I dared a glance at Lorelei what with all the stunt-driving stuff I was doing.


She was looking at me with moony eyes.



I attributed this to the flask she had chugged. I wasn't completely wrong about that, but I missed something else, something kinda important.




The light up ahead turned red, and I gunned it, and we flew though the intersection missing a police car's rear-bumper by two inches, before crashing into the Taco Hell on the right.





I kid you. Ya know.





I slowed to a respectable stop at the light, given my adrenaline, and turned back to her saying, "So, did you have fun?"



She threw her hairy armpits around my shoulders and pressed her mouth against mine.



I tasted Austrian liquor, mint gum, and I smelled her perfume. It was a scent that would always haunt me forever after.




So, hairy armpits on a chick is odd, but maybe kinda kinky? She did not smell like armpits.


She smelled pretty friggin good.




Well, ok, yes, it was very odd for a young, un-worldly 'Murican dude, but also, well, I wondered if the carpet matched the drapes.




Care to to find out?



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We ended up at the outskirts of Clovis in a bit, on a country road.

Outskirts, off-skirts, you decide, my friend.



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On Monday:



The teachers wanted to know if we had been drinking.


The parents did too.



Lorelei was in trouble for her outburst at the dance.



Her punkology, her mettle at the dance had shown me how to be strong in the face of adversity: One has to call bullshit when they see it.



I have since ascribed to this tenet, whatever the cost.





Wait, what is this difference between price and cost? I will tell you here, my friend.


The difference between a price you pay and the cost of it to you is simple economics:


A price is a set standard: anyone who wants a thing will fork over the money for this item; the price is printed on the tag.


But the Cost of it to you is the impact upon you for handing over something you may not have much of, and so it costs less if you are rich instead of poor.


"Cost" means how much it matters to you.


This can cost you a lot. Even if you don't quite appreciate the value of it, just yet.




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Her kisses swept my face and she breathed in a shallow, throaty sort of way. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, and she tried to deep throat me, but I was not the taker, that was her "job." I ended up with her mint gum in my mouth, which I gladly chewed.



The light was green, and we shot off into outer space.



She was a bit hot and bothered. I think that we all were. There was only one way to cool our jets from our travel to Mercury and back.




It would take a ride to the outskirts of Clovis, where the light pollution was always zero, and the stars covered every inch of the night sky, between Fuckno and the Sierra Mountains. From north to south of the valley, stars touched the ground.




If you weren't careful, you might trip and fall off the face of the world.

I slowed my Celica to a crawl, and noticed that the lights looked funny. Looking around, I felt something in my mouth: a tiny bit of plastic with overtones of a chemical of some sort.



Joey and Nolei pushed against the front seats to be let out of the hot little car, into the cooling, arid air of the high desert in this moonlit evening. It would turn out to be a bit of a long evening.




They began to giggle, then laugh, and Joey had to go behind the vehicle to take a piss.



"It's not working!" He laughed again.



Lorelei came around to the front where I stood and she hugged me. Her arms felt sooooo soooooffffttt....



I looked into her eyes, and in the light of the headlamps of my tiny but fast little bitch, I saw that her pupils were dialated.


They were fucking big, large black holes where the green sun in them used to shine.



I felt the urge to laugh, but I was sweating, and I had a question.


"Lorelei. When we kissed back at the stoplight, what did you do?"



She smirked, and she held me tight, very close to her breasts.



"I give you a rocket ticket. In your mouth."





Uh, Wha?



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God Help You.

God Help Us All.


---willies out.




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