Post by khaos on Feb 23, 2011 1:49:53 GMT -4
The scene opens on a deserted stretch of two lane highway somewhere in middle America. Evergreen tries line the asphalt in serious need or repair and the only other decoration is a monstrous steel road sign that reads, Jackson State Penitentiary Ahead. Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers Next 2 Miles. A tall man is leaning against one of the thick wooden posts that support the heavy sign. He is dressed in faded boot cut jeans, scuffed black leather cowboy boots, a studded leather jacket and a well work black Ramones t-shirt. An unfiltered Camel dangles from below his party store aviators making him look like the demented love child of Sid Vicious and Steve McQueen.
A faded blue Ford F150 with Michigan plates drives by at highway speed and for giggles and grins he sticks out his thumb in an attempt to get the truck to stop. The trucks lack of reaction to his extended thumb does not faze him in the slightest. He has a ride on the way, but sometimes he cannot help but screw with people. It was the one and only thing the rest of humanity was good for in his eyes.
The smell of the old blue pickups exhaust had finally faded from the air when a beat to shit Cadillac topped the hill. A rare smile crossed his razor thin lips when he saw that the tags read RLRBCH. His girl had kept her promise and for that he was very grateful. The boots on his feet where not made for walking and it was a few miles to the nearest bus station.
The car pulled up beside him and stopped. Iggy and the Stooges was blasting from the sound system. No one understood having a lust for life better than a man that had spent five years on death row. He really just wanted a giant steak cooked medium rare and to finally pop his cherry, or at least the one involving women. He was finally heading back in the direction of the Motor City and life was looking pretty good.
He through open the door and climbed into the front seat next to a dark haired beauty in pig tails. She wore a black t-shirt with the words Roller Bitch and a skull and crossbones badly deformed by her bodacious rack. The lower half of her body was covered by a school girl style skirt and knee socks that only made him desperately wonder what was underneath. He was never a religious man but he couldn’t help but thank what ever higher power that was listening that his Delores would still have anything to do with him after the Philadelphia Phreddy incident.
Delores jammed the Caddy back into gear and looked over at him with a sly grin.
Delores: I know what you’re thinking.
Khaos: What am I thinking?
Delores: You want to know what I have on under this skirt.
Khaos: Damn you’re good.
Delores: Nah that’s just the reaction most guys have when they see me in this outfit. The only difference between them and you is that when we get back to Hell I’m going to show you.
Khaos: Hell? Is that what people are calling Detroit now? I know times are tough with all the lost jobs and all but Hell?
Delores: No silly I moved to Hell, Michigan. I rented us the cutest little apartment and your buddy Lenny gave me the name of a guy in Ann Arbor that can train you. He says that the wrestling thing is your only hope because with your record you’ll never get a license to fight.
He gently lays his hand on her milky thigh and slowly moves it towards the hem of her skirt. The only reward he earns is a smack across the hand and a faux serious look.
Delores: You have to wait until we get home.
Khaos: I have been waiting two thousand three hundred and eighty days; a couple more hours won’t kill me. Can I at least have a kiss?
The porcelain skinned beauty leans across the bench seat and gives the newly released ex-con a chaste peck on the cheek.
Delores: The rest will just have to wait until later.
Later came eventually and it was well worth the wait. The steak was the best thing he had ever tasted and what he found underneath Delores school girl skirt blew his mind, multiple times. Day after day he spent 23 hours a day locked in his cell fantasizing about the weekend he had just lived. He had wanted Delores since he first saw her seven years ago at Stinky Pete’s and her letters made him truly love her. Not too many girls would think running a pimp through a tree chipper was romantic, but Delores wasn’t your typical girl.
Monday morning brought Khaos crashing back to reality, and as we all know reality is a bitch. He had a meeting with his parole officer, a grossly obese fellow with a mustache that made him look like a walrus named Bob, at 10am. Then he settled into his new daily grind of looking for work to keep Bob happy, house work to keep Delores happy and how could he forget his weekly piss test to make sure he wasn’t getting high. Life was full of screwed up ironies a guy is released from death row to live a life that sucks, well at least he had his girl to keep a smile on his face.
He hoped Tuesday would be a lot better.
A faded blue Ford F150 with Michigan plates drives by at highway speed and for giggles and grins he sticks out his thumb in an attempt to get the truck to stop. The trucks lack of reaction to his extended thumb does not faze him in the slightest. He has a ride on the way, but sometimes he cannot help but screw with people. It was the one and only thing the rest of humanity was good for in his eyes.
The smell of the old blue pickups exhaust had finally faded from the air when a beat to shit Cadillac topped the hill. A rare smile crossed his razor thin lips when he saw that the tags read RLRBCH. His girl had kept her promise and for that he was very grateful. The boots on his feet where not made for walking and it was a few miles to the nearest bus station.
The car pulled up beside him and stopped. Iggy and the Stooges was blasting from the sound system. No one understood having a lust for life better than a man that had spent five years on death row. He really just wanted a giant steak cooked medium rare and to finally pop his cherry, or at least the one involving women. He was finally heading back in the direction of the Motor City and life was looking pretty good.
He through open the door and climbed into the front seat next to a dark haired beauty in pig tails. She wore a black t-shirt with the words Roller Bitch and a skull and crossbones badly deformed by her bodacious rack. The lower half of her body was covered by a school girl style skirt and knee socks that only made him desperately wonder what was underneath. He was never a religious man but he couldn’t help but thank what ever higher power that was listening that his Delores would still have anything to do with him after the Philadelphia Phreddy incident.
Delores jammed the Caddy back into gear and looked over at him with a sly grin.
Delores: I know what you’re thinking.
Khaos: What am I thinking?
Delores: You want to know what I have on under this skirt.
Khaos: Damn you’re good.
Delores: Nah that’s just the reaction most guys have when they see me in this outfit. The only difference between them and you is that when we get back to Hell I’m going to show you.
Khaos: Hell? Is that what people are calling Detroit now? I know times are tough with all the lost jobs and all but Hell?
Delores: No silly I moved to Hell, Michigan. I rented us the cutest little apartment and your buddy Lenny gave me the name of a guy in Ann Arbor that can train you. He says that the wrestling thing is your only hope because with your record you’ll never get a license to fight.
He gently lays his hand on her milky thigh and slowly moves it towards the hem of her skirt. The only reward he earns is a smack across the hand and a faux serious look.
Delores: You have to wait until we get home.
Khaos: I have been waiting two thousand three hundred and eighty days; a couple more hours won’t kill me. Can I at least have a kiss?
The porcelain skinned beauty leans across the bench seat and gives the newly released ex-con a chaste peck on the cheek.
Delores: The rest will just have to wait until later.
Later came eventually and it was well worth the wait. The steak was the best thing he had ever tasted and what he found underneath Delores school girl skirt blew his mind, multiple times. Day after day he spent 23 hours a day locked in his cell fantasizing about the weekend he had just lived. He had wanted Delores since he first saw her seven years ago at Stinky Pete’s and her letters made him truly love her. Not too many girls would think running a pimp through a tree chipper was romantic, but Delores wasn’t your typical girl.
Monday morning brought Khaos crashing back to reality, and as we all know reality is a bitch. He had a meeting with his parole officer, a grossly obese fellow with a mustache that made him look like a walrus named Bob, at 10am. Then he settled into his new daily grind of looking for work to keep Bob happy, house work to keep Delores happy and how could he forget his weekly piss test to make sure he wasn’t getting high. Life was full of screwed up ironies a guy is released from death row to live a life that sucks, well at least he had his girl to keep a smile on his face.
He hoped Tuesday would be a lot better.
