I was in the Dark Star when Soda Hands showed up. He was with the regular crowd, Martha Maxner, Mr. Willingham, Chuckles. All those smiling bastards were there with their bronzed hides and ruby shoes. It was only a matter of time before the fight broke out.
When the time came they attacked in waves... I was able to take out Martha Maxner and Mr. Willingham with relative ease, but Chuckles caught me with a powerful left cross that left me stupefied and begging for mamas sweet corn bread. He had a funny name, but his preternatural ability to kick ass was no laughing matter. I couldn't help but remember my childhood in Flagstaff, and the mule-like face of Brother Monroe, as their punches rained down upon me under the never-ending sky of starless night.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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