La Fleur Du Mal CH 2: Bloom

[The Urbane Spaceman]

Par for the course, of course, charting a new course for that sinking ship, we had a taste of the next course of our meal.


Let us take a sip form our chalices, as we embark. We will go deeper into the chasm.


I write with black ink. Will you take a sip of this evil tincture?



3… 2… 1… DRINK!


Well met. Now we know something about each other. Welcome aboard.


The biker did not leave us with a new block of feta. He simply shared his personal stash. He had fucked up. He acknowledged this fact. It was his peace offering to us, in our broken, shitty apartment.



Being gentlemen of the highest caliber, we shared our last bottle of rum with him.



Wait,


*ahem*


Re-write:


Being dirty punks with torn-up leather, and stanky jackets, we were desperate. Yet, we paid our dues. We always did, until the devil came to the party. And then we partied with her.


Here in this true tale, (well, back there, in them fluorescent 80’s), we sought to meet that black rose. Hell, we earned it. We felt that we deserved it. Perhaps we did.



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The ZID was in full effect in us, and the new snow that fell,


Well, it colored our vision with white. This is called irony, for we faced blackness. This would be the fall of some of us, but not us all.



The biker stood up and he staggered a bit. He chuckled. He said, “Excuse me for a moment.”

He grabbed his briefcase and brought it with him into the toilet room.

I looked across the table at Joey and raised my eyes.



Joey smiled. He put his finger to his lips and nodded at the restroom.

From in there, we heard this: “BLUUUURGH!”



Then we heard water running form the tap, and this was followed by the sound of someone blowing their nose on our dirty, stiff towel in there. That was no problem; we had done this thing many times before. Maybe we should do some laundry. Menage and manage the shitty home.


The giant biker came out, wiping his hands on his jeans and he set his briefcase onto the table. He said, “I have to ride on two wheels. Now is the final word form me, here. This will be good.”


He opened the case and brought out a tiny back of rocks. He pulled out a glass pipe, and a lighter. He did his thing and leaned back in that chair.



He was gone for a few moments.

When he came back, he said, “Whoah. OK. Now I can drive.”



Joey’s eyes were wide. He said, “What the fuck was that?”

The biker said, “You wanna try it? It’ll blow your mind.”



Joey said, “Not until you tell me what that was.”


The biker said, “It’s a new thing. Oh man, it’s fucking excellent. It’s like pure rush, dude.”



Joey shook his head. He said, “No, we got enough things going on. Hell, we just need to find that titty chick.”

The biker said, “That’s a wise choice. I understand. I need to scoot now, before this leaves me.”



Joey said, “So, you mentioned a chick who can help us?”

The biker said, “NO! She is not just a chick. She is the Alpha. You have to wait until I call you. It don’t happen this quick. Here, have some more product.”



Then he opened up his case and brought out more ZID.


Fuck.

We had no idea what we were getting into with this guy.


We listened to the big, sweaty hog ride off into the ugliness of that Fuckno megalopolis. That place hungered for more desperate souls to feed its avarice.


Joey shook his head.

He said, “I dunno, Urb. I really don’t know about this at all.”


I said, “More ZID? Are you kidding me? He left another sheet? Let’s have a bit more!”

Joey just looked at the table.

He shook his head.


Then he said, “Where the hell is that purple-haired freak, anyways?”


I said, “We sent him off with Sean.”


Joey laughed. He said, “Damn. Poor bastard. OK, let’s put this ZID in foil.”


He pulled off a couple of tabs and tossed one at me. We made quick work of that ZID; storing it, protecting it in the freezer.


All set, he grabbed another bottle of his delicious bum wine and I grabbed some beers. We smoked our cigs and waited for the next rush.


We had more work to do on that day.


Maybe it would turn out good.


Probably not.


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[oldsmartskunk]

A fine read dear sir, very fine read indeed. Only those who can understand ZID, alcohol and especially mix of both can fully appreciate these wondrous tales. Rock bottom is absolutely marvelous place to be. I drink to you and another amazing installment of the story! Cheers!

[mistah willies]

That Urb dude should write another Easter Egg.

This whole thing sounds like a really nice summer tune.


just sayin




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[oldsmartskunk]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7iIalbjUJk
This one is also sort of suitable!

[oettinger]

I bet he smoked meth.
I am curious about the woman a guy like this calls alpha!

[Palinka (RIP)]

I bet he smoked meth..

Oir "Crack" Cannabis (if you believe that it even exists).

[mistah willies]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7iIalbjUJk
This one is also sort of suitable!

That. Is. Badass.


Here's old skool: Hüsker Dü

"Whatcha DRINKin"


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[oldsmartskunk]

Aww Willies, ye know how to make a man horny !

[mistah willies]

Aww Willies, ye know how to make a man horny !

You sound like my uncle, back in the day

or night...

[Palinka (RIP)]

Aww Willies, ye know how to make a man horny !

You sound like my uncle...

It's true, as anyone who has seen willies can attest...

[oettinger]

That`s not Willies, that is "Undrunkus" - empty lord of store attack.
Master of the shake attack!
Evil demon god from the greek hung over island.

Legend says he travelled with Odysseus and his alcohol breath killed the sirens,
he made Hercules loose his final task in a drinking match
he made the Medusa throw up blood by showing her his dorm-room
he showed the Minotaurus the door
he orders extra fries to Prometheus liver, every day!