Tag: amoeba

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“Dreaming of the Hostility Suite.”

Sure.

“It was a fun time. Youthful exuberance, and kicky romps, and there would be a cold cut platter. It was actually a lot like one of those Deadhead networking parties for Wall Streeters.”

Really?

“Well, there was a lot of coke.”

Sure. So, did the guys each have a type they went for?

“Billy liked ’em skanky.”

Right.

“The skank thing is not new with him, y’know? He’s always been a skank man. Some guys like redheads, other guys like ’em curvy; God bless him, Billy likes ’em skanky. Guy plays drums, punches dick, and plows skank: there’s a purity to him.”

Okay.

“He’s kinda like Tarzan.”

How so?

“He runs around naked and yells a lot.”

Can we stop talking about Billy?

“Mickey liked his women female.”

That’s it?

“Present.”

Sure.

“The two of them would wait for me choose my three or four girls and leave. Then…wow. You ever see hyenas take down a wounded gazelle?”

So fast.

“From what I’ve been told, when I would leave the Hostility Suite, the mood would change like in From Dusk To Dawn when everyone in the bar turns into a vampire.”

The old days.

“Here’s to ’em.”

…

She’s gettin’ in there. Little boob-pressin’ going on.

“Knock it off.”

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“Thinkin’ about the old days.”

I hear ya. Are you entertaining questions about your shirt?

“I am not.”

Cool. Hey there, Glasses.

“Don’t talk to her.”

Sure.

…

Goddammit, Bobby: are you wearing white trousers after Labor Day?

“They were sold to me as an eggshell slack.”

What is going on here with the rando?

“Y’know, I haven’t actually seen a rando in years. My brain registers, like, a rando-shaped blur in reality. Mostly so I don’t bump into them, I guess. Otherwise? Zhwoop, out of there.”

Your brain is efficient.

“I don’t need to know, it don’t stick.”

Wow. Is she wearing a cape?

“I think she’s going to a press conference later.”

Sure.

“I got this gig in the record store in a minute. Lemme meet you there. I gotta change.”

That’s polite of you, Bobby.

“You bet.”

This? This is what you changed into?

“You know I’m in Los Angeles, right?”

Sure.

“Ask your watch what the temperature here is.”

…

Yikes.

“There you go.”