Aftermath, a taste

TDC WEAW Punk Fight Aftermath

Working on the TDC WEAW Punk Fight Story Aftermath.

Thought I'd post a teaser for ya.



At the time, a certain manner in which to further refine the potency of Cocai--- I mean, a frivolously expensive powder, had come into play on the bleak streets of the high-desert megalopolis of Fuckno, Californication.

And with this new trade, came a strikingly fast and amazingly huge amount of economic power. Some folks had begun to choose sides, wearing bandannas of either red or blue. These folks did not come to a knife fight with a gun. No. They showed, curb side, at your home, while you were relaxing after work with a nice, dry martini, or else while you slept.



They would then proceed to remodel your siding for free, with lead. But "for free" sometimes does not mean, "at no cost to you."


It was after the Aftermath that Muy Largo and his small clan, healing in traction and casts, etc., found themselves looked upon with disdain from these new echelons of power. The only person who rose above the aftermath was the "Flora Du Mal." She saw Muy for what he was; a huge Messican with an even larger ego, but nothing to back it up.

She distanced herself from him.

Also, she never forgave Little Joey for his betrayal of her, either. In fact, she---


But I digress. I promised to tell you about the Aftermath of the Punk Fight Story today, and so I shall.

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Now why don't you sit down with your favorite beverage, steaming or frosty, and/or something else you might ignite, while I put this last chapter to bed for you.

Here is a song for you to get into the proper state of mind for this ongoing True Story Series.








Now listen.

I should have been driving the Hearse. Joey's arm was bleeding, and he was in shock. The Hearse was a huge and heavy vehicle, built for hauling weight, and we had that in the back with Bryan and Fat Jerry, but it was not built for speed and maneuverability. It was built to transport Dead People.

And there were some people whom we had made quite angry. These bastards showed up for the little tea party, the "Machismo," in order to witness the glory of Muy.

And perhaps to purchase some of his wares. They were disappointed, ya think?

Sean and Tellesco zoomed past us on the right, with that Green Bitch Ford LTD with the 429 racing engine. Sean flipped us off. Fucker. He was enjoying this. Why?


Here's why, in case you have forgotten. Recall from earlier stories how I described Sean's propensity for exploring the very edge of safety versus insanity. He walked the edge. If you recall, his experiment in Crack became his downfall. He'd finally met his match.

But not tonight. Consider this: You might feel safe in the company of a young, huge man who held so much confidence in his fighting ability, and you would be correct. If he was on your side, that is.

But the other consideration is that with such physical prowess, this young man went and looked for situations to prove his ability. Not feeling quite so safe? I thought not.

He was always looking for trouble, and he always found it.

And this is what he did next.


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