DESERT SONS CH 5 : CADERE

[The Urbane Spaceman]

Recidivism.


Re = Revisit, Re do, Re tard, re re re


Cidivism = Form the Latin root: Cadere.


It means to fall back into ugly ways.


We will go very dark now.


Climb in, buckle down, and shut the fuck up.


Ready?


Let’s go.



Big Brian the Biker sat down and he looked at the girl whenever she turned away. When she looked back at him, he was only inspecting his hands for cracks in the firmament. He enjoyed the appearance of her figure, as any man would do, but he was not a complete lothario.


He was there for business that meant cash money. Professional, like her. Many lives depended upon this: including his,


And her own.


She held up the stack with her plastic gloves and said, “Is this all of it?” .


The Biker nodded, looking up form his firmament into her eyes. He said, “Uh huh. It’s all there.” .



She nodded and smelled the money. Them paper bills were all crumpled and possibly defiled, but they were not mutilated. To her, it smelled like the mud of the desperate. She was no stranger to these scents.


She looked back up and saw the biker straighten his head.

She said, “Who are those people?”

Brian said, “Couple of young bastards. But they been doing business for my other partners. They always deliver.”


She said, “Did you front them with my little brick?”

Brian said, “Yes. I knew that they would be good on it.”


She nodded and turned away. She knew that he was now watching her backside as she walked back to her room. She returned with the plate of rips.


The Evil Flower said, “Looks like it is time to celebrate. We might just have something good here.”


Of course, there was no good involved in any of this.



There would never be any good at all.



Now back to the shitty apartment.



+ + + + + + +




Joey and I returned to our hole that had new shitty furniture and sound system gear form them losers we left in the asshole of Fuckno.

He said, “It feels like home again.”

I said, “Jiggety Jig.”



Joey just chuckled, not understanding my reference, and he slapped his new mirror down on the dirty table between us.

We might scale the mountain, but it was a bit of a blow on the way down.

That bad biker was coming to visit.

We needed to refresh.

It was very important that we made ourselves quite preshentababble.

Skiing would help.



White against the soot. Snot rockets in the shower stall after this sniff, but not together. we each enjoyed the lovely vagina, you know, the one on the front side. Female. C'mon, try to keep up here.

Nobody ever washed them snot rockets off the shower stall, or squirted them off the walls with urine.

It was our signature: our mark form the soot of the dark holes, you know, like in them Wales of Coal Land. Big Porpoises.



(Ape-pologies form me to you, I've been draaaanking)





*AHEM*





I was becoming weary of Joey.



Now don’t get me wrong. You see, we had been through many difficult times, as well as some impossible times, and form there, through the fires of Hell.

Explosions.


Death.



It was this: How many more bad adventures awaited us? Was I on a good path? What happened to the young men we left in the middle of the street in the asshole of Fuckno, all tied up?


How many good times were there to be left?


I thought this:


What is the worst that could happen?



Well, we will find out.


_ _ _ _ _ _ _


See you this weekend for the bad part.


---Urbane Spaceman out.




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[Bur]

goddamn teasers, thought they were exclusive to movies and tv shows.

Edit: I stand corrected.

[oettinger]

Too much snot on the curtain and you cannot enter the shower anymore.
Edit: Or escape it

[Bur]

Too much snot on the curtain and you cannot enter the shower anymore.
Edit: Or escape it

I remember one instance during last fall's drunken spree I had some serious trouble getting out of friend's shower with that devious device of curtain on the way (the rails were obviously at fault).

[oldsmartskunk]

Good story sir Urbinator. I hope it gets really bad in a good way.

[oettinger]

Good story sir Urbinator. I hope it gets really bad in a good way.

I can assure you Urb is alive and doing fine haha

[mistah willies]

Good story sir Urbinator. I hope it gets really bad in a good way.

I can assure you Urb is alive and doing fine haha

Yeah, but where is the next part?

Frigging guy must be under the table, under the weather, or under the ability.

Bastard