Chapter 2.0

I was flying high and speeding, putting that pedal to the metal. When suddenly. A bag of dildos was thrown at my windscreen. WHAT, yes, bag of fucking dildos flying all over. All used or no. Oh no. I had to see the damage and remove few from the hood and window gap. All removed, not used ones, i wonder what this was. I did see a man over a bridge but not much else, he was wearing a wizard hat. Weird, all weird, but so was drugas, or joints, or hiney holes. Dildos of all things. Rubber dicks. Raw indeed, all raw, but it was bad part of town with few porno stores i visited back in the day, drunk, just wanking men, hand cranking like old cars. Really old, ancient, gay magic. And so forth and so on. Now sons, just lonely uncles.

    Back to driving, i had to be somewhere else, this was too dickish, skin deep and bare.

Maybe i needed to get laid, all these dicks got me thinking where to put em, holes, pussy, holes, pussy. Yes, ideas, places, distances to cover, places, i mean things to see. Maybe some seedy place would do, something that women want to see, man whores, nah, thats too rowdy and seedy, seedy indeed, seed flying, Pthyi, too much. I needed info, it's been awhile. Info on chicks i searched on my laptop, damn, this dumb, too dumb, even for me. I hit the streets again and loved the saying, hit the fucking streets, hit them like they own you money. And i would hit them women too, with my big phallus ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long. Thieves, liars and bastards bar was my first go. But this aint my first rodeo. Quick in, bang i kicked the saloon doors in.

”HONEY IM HERE”

It was empty. Full empty. All along there were no thieves, liars and bastards inside. Just the bar maid. OH! A bar maid.

”Hello, impressed right?”

”Fuck no you dildo ass”

”Oh”

”Nice to meetcha”

”No, or alright, we are probably going under, order something”

”Double soda whisky”

”Coming”

”Anyone coming in at all? Frankly where i find a lady friend”

”Lady friend? Do you mean a slut or what the hell?”

”YES, I HAVE TO START MY SLUT MACHINE”

”Slut machine, hahaha, what the fuck pal?”

”Nothing much friend. I need my dick to be sucked right MEOW”

”Meow? Alright, not here, i aint sucking, i just sit and swallow with my ass”

”Deal, how much you need? I mean cash in dick form”

”All of it”

And so we did, in the dirty backroom. All frontals and backwards locked in. Slush and push, pump-a-rum. I put rum bottle in her ass, the pussy felt nice, so fucking slippery. Visions of weed and pussy in my frontal lobe. Just one fix, that's all i needed. UNF!! That's all folks. There it was, pouring down on the hills of sanity. Pearly gates opening. Two hills apart, valley of fucking cum. Over the shoulder and beyond was my ne plan. Damn, we drank that night and no one came in. No hangover. Just memories of past, i slept at her place, quickie and out.

No cancer of the world to be seen at all. No people, no dogs, no cats, just runway of out of this filthy town. And sike, it was good one thought, my style. One on one. Maybe i needed a disguise, old school. Just black hoodie and ski mask. The ski mask champ supreme package. Pants too but i already had black pants and shoes. Supreme outfits would do fine, back to driving. I should pay my old enemy a visit. Or his corner and spray paint ”NO HANNIBAL, NO EVER” The mission was straight forward, go there, paint, release some old bad blood.

At the site, get dumpster, move it and so forth, i wanted horse size letters, this guy was all bad, fucked me and my old crew over. Okay, i was done with ten cans and heavy breathning. All ski commando style. Fun. And he would surely get the message. Cola soda and hotdog was on my mind, off i go. Or something, whimsical crime was not paying but fun to my old bones. Renegade hot dog action. Cheese and other stuff on top, the old kiosk would do the trick, back to my old roots. Maybe even a comic book for old times sake, fuck it, i felt young.