“Thoughts on my Ass!”
Hey, Billy.
“Heard your dick fell off.”
No.
“That’s what I heard. That’s what everybody is saying.”
My dick did not fall off.
“That’s good. You need your dick, man. Your center of gravity’s all fucked up without it. You pitch forward all the time.”
I didn’t know that.
“But there’s something wrong with you. Worse than usual.”
I don’t wanna talk about it.
“You should do what I do when I get sick.”
Which is?
“Fuck my way through it. Skank has a curative nature, Ass.”
No. Skank gives you diseases, it doesn’t treat them.
“Trust me on this one, kid. Hey, you live in Florida, right?”
Sadly, yes.
“Go to the dogtrack. Nothing beats track skank. Any track. Dog, horse, drag strips, that underground midget-racing club in Salinas. Track skank is pure, Ass. Gotta be careful, though. Track skank is carrying a knife. Even when she’s naked, track skank’s got a knife on her.”
I don’t want to meet any track skank, Billy.
“You’re missing out. Those ladies got strong hands, and all their dreams have died. Makes for an interesting afternoon.”
This is not helping me. When are you, anyway?
“2017.”
Goddammit.
“Got bored.”
Stop using the Time Sheath to avoid quarantine!
“If you could escape 2020, wouldn’t you?”
I’d go Full Anakin on a roomful of Younglings to get the fuck out of this year.
“So why you mad at me?”
Rough day.
“I know, man. Your dick fell off.”
I am looking forward to the future.
BK McK and this is His Best Friend Bassy