One good way of destroying the nation is by founding a tv network who works like a fucking ticking clock.Like a flawless time machine.That calculates its word its rime and would be ready to do a perfect crime.Esu know,like the ones Morgan Freeman is always trying to solve in a movie from his early 90’s career.
You know.
That era where everything was better.When you could drink a beer with a cool homeless guy and feel naughty and proud at the same time and you could never find yourself in a -no fucking cop around being able to beat you till you faint and never seen it in the news- situation.
Where dirt was still dirt and love was still a Bon Jovi crap but funnier and you could smile without having some Big Brother infected average guy trying to look inside your soul,like he’s a fucking cat.
He is a Cat People.
Cat People appeared in 2005.They were Almost Real People’s children who died when heard metal.
The way people react to metal has defined humanity ever since.Kidding.Could be true though.
Cock.
Everybody reacts when told a nasty word.
That is the second way humanity was raised and divided and afterwards abused.
By awkwardness and then by manners and then by civilization and then by origin,colour,pair of jeans,a Michael Jordan or a Dennis Rodman fan,or even a guy who gives a fuck about his soul and the rest of the world.
Or a guy who doesn’t.
This guy is Jam.
Jam doesn’t give a fuck about anything.Jam wants to get lost in adventures and take revenge from anyone he finds unworthy,like a pirate or a cool kid from a childish gang,like the ones we always thought we had.
My gang’s name was “Awkward Sally”.
The name came out of Waylan’s head after voting for three hours in my place about an appropriate name ,in relevance to Tom Waits song lookalikeness,Iggy Pop proudness and our hate for Sally,owner of the Cat People’s local fan club.
Our first debate was about taking revenge from Sally.
I had many ideas,such as urrinating on her milk or filling her scoolhbag with dead fishes or making her fall in love with each and every one of us and then dump her.
Birdy had a bigger suggestion though.Making her listen to Burzum till she dies.Tie her,choke her and spank her for every time she tries to say anything.
And rape her until she faints with Venom masks.
The thing just said was the most awkward thing to hear from a brown haired short thin eleven year old boy.
So,we did it.
We decided to kill Sally.
After all,it was our club’s only law.We would do the thing that made us more awkward just to make sure we were cool enough to do it.
After all,we are “Awkard Sally”,my name is Jam and this is the story of my gang.
And its cool to be Jam,the guy who pisses on the streets with pride."
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Jam stopped talking for a while.He looked into the surprised eyes of his African American company and let himself think clearly of the situation.That was a tricky one.
Three blocks away,it was still snowing.Lara Shaft was there,cursing her god and all his creations about the undying misery of working in the cold so that you can suck a man’s cock and raise your child.
Lara Shaft was a whore,and a pretty good one too.She didn’t do it just for the money.Lara had a disease that “people” would call nymphomania.
Unfortunately,Lara wanted to have sex with as many men as possible as long as she could.Lara didn’t know why.Her gyno,Eric had a theory though.
It was perhaps the fact that she had been raped several times by her father that made her believe in her mind somehow that the only way she could get some attention by her daddy,was a good old lapdance with a Motley Crue song on the record or let him cum on her red cheerleader uniform.
Lara was happy these days more than confused.She nevr got why her mither took all those pills and druk all that South.
“Women are sometime easy to push”,she thought about her mom.”She could have it so much better,even for my sake”.
“When I grow up,I ll be so much better”.
Her mother took revenge from this world three years ago,hung up to a painted gold chandelier and a suicide note with spelling mistakes.
She is about to get revenge from this world in three blocks.She just doesn’t know yet.
She is now done sucking a cock.Her purse gets 50 more bucks.
Her purse seems less hungry now.”Another satisfied customer,some thousands to go”,she thinks.
Her baby just said her first word on the other side of the town.Her baby’s name was Jennifer.
Jennifer’s nanny smiled and then smoked another pot.She smiled again.It was a sweet pot,she thought,and then called her dealer to buy some more.
The dealer smiled too.
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