18 August, 2008

SSWC prequel....2 days to departure

Steph is still there. BOB is next to him, in black, with a PAPER BAG in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stands in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Steph answers "Sir!"

You have two black shirts? Two pair black pants? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black jacket? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Alright.

Steph goes in. Tyler turns to Bob.

You're too old, fat man. And your tits are too big. Get the fuck off my porch.

Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler goes inside, but Jack follows Bob.

Bob...er...OhioRobb. Its okay, you're in, its SSWC and we're just gonna drink a lot and ride bikes in California.

1 comment:

cornfed said...

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

See ya in Napa