Thread: Contemplating Cruising Sides (9/01/09)

Written by Moose

JTM wakes again, the next day gone completely by.

“Dammit. I need an alarm clock!!! Almost overslept again.”

He staggers out of bed, goes to the fridge and pulls out a cold one.

Not tipped over, so the bastards haven’t come back. Fuck!! I aint got a burger.

He walks into his front room. The TV is still there. He grabs the remote, clicks it on again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMVGFyXdEcw

He starts to take a swig of his beer then spits it out watching this video, pissed the guy has an alarm clock.

“What the fuck is this shit!!!! KKK in the background!!! Like I need the goddamn headache!!!!”

He listens to the words more, watching this very apparent anarch recruitment video continue messing up the words on purpose.

“Enemy!!!! Fuck the Cam!!! Come on over to our side!!! We’re the same!!! Just a name!!! What’s the difference!!!! We’re ALL DYING!!!!”

He shakes his head, snapping his head back from the almost hypnotic suggestion, after listening to this very appealing idea thrust on his TV towards him.

“Once of these days I’ll have to decide what’s more important to me. I’ve done good so far as is, but lately in this city..(he throws his hands up in the air)…it’s been who helps me out more. All these offers to choose from. .Hmmmm….”

He weighs the prospects.

“On one hand I got good Cammies, Otto, Maddy, Stan and probably some others. They do help out from time to time and good peeps overall. But then you add that fucking weasel,Cross to that mix and the vote towards that descends completely. Some cockroaches crawl out of the woodwork no matter what.”

He thinks about it some more. Looking down at the dirty water soaked headless bear.

Stop looking at me like that.

He puts the bear back into his jacket for safekeeping this time.

“On the other hand you have the anarchs, they get shit done. Gave me digs, welcomed me in no questions asked. More suited to my style too. Now wait a minute, since when did the KKK enlist blacks to their recruitment plan? Especially big tall 8 foot ones. I guess they overlooked the color scheme on Eddie for that one.”

He chuckles then grabs up a check that Constantino gave him the other day.

“Then you got the Indies, more so the Gio’s, they pay the bills on time for my services, valuable to me in my line of work. Nice looking people too. Custom suits and shit. They got the lock down on that too. Now if I can’t call him Tino or her Ramada, just for pissing in their Cheerios’s purpose…..hmmm…Constantino or Don..now that’s a fucking toss up. If I call him Don, does that mean I have to call her Don-na now. SHIT!!!! I’m so screwed!! Got to get that one straightened out..and soon..”

He then looks at the check realizing, someone else hasn’t paid him yet either.

“That motherfucker still hasn’t paid me yet. I’ve given him ample time to settle up too. Guess I have to do this the hard way, but it’s the only way, he ever gets the hint or point for that matter. Fuck him anyway. He’s a weak prick to boot.”

He then turns off the TV, gets up from the couch, checking his new door and the locks making sure they are secure. He then goes to the garage, hitting the garage door opener.
He climbs in the clunker car backing out admiring the ADT sign in his yard now.

Thanks again Mr Dipshit. Bought the best that your money could buy. Greatly appreciated.

He then hits the gas heading to parts unknown.

Nightlife in Lamar..here I come.

Written by Moose

JTM keeps driving the clunker car around. He pulls into his next destination. Wal-Mart’s parking lot. He finds a spot and parks the clunker car noticing the gauge already down to half a tank.

"Shit!!!! Thanks for the gas guzzler,Otto.."

He gets out of the car and walks to the trunk, opening it up. He slides the lovely baseball bat out from his jacket and places it in there admiring the craftsmanship, the sparkling chrome glistening with the inlay of Warrior on it.

http://www.justbats.com/product.view.aspx?p=7054

And his personal touch of “Bitches” on one side and “Ho’s” on the opposite side. Many people have been tattooed with it.

He looks around for no one to be around before placing it in the trunk.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t want to get busted with you in there either. See you soon.”

He closes the trunk, walking towards the sliding front doors, looking back at the car every so often. He enters in, adjusting to the lighting. He walks on past the elderly greeter before they’d ramble off their greeting to him.

Yeah .Yeah Welcome to Wal-mart. Get your shit and get out. Yeah. Yeah. I hear ya. Fuck off old timer.

He goes on a mission acquainting himself with the store. He stops by the large book and magazine section. He scans the stacks. He sees one named “How to win friends and influence people”.

“Who the fuck would buy that crap!!! Simpler solution. Speak loudly and carry a big bat. Very effective.”

He keeps scanning the stacks.

“Nope. Nope. Nope. That’s not it. Maxim. Nice tits, but hell no Nope, still not it. Shit!!!! It aint here. Fuck!!!”

He clenches his fists pissed, irritated at exhausting his energy to this fruitless search.

"Guess I’ll have to find it somewhere else."

He walks toward the exit area, upset till his eyes finally gaze upon the prize he was looking for right by one of the checkout counters.

“Ah-HA!!! Come here you little fucker!!!”

He snatches the new issue of People Magazine off that shelf, making the checker person very uneasy. He slaps it down on the counter along with a car air freshener. He looks back at the checker.

“That’ll pretty much do it. Go ahead and ring that up.”

The slow beeping sound of the checker sliding the UPC codes through somewhat annoys him. The checker mutters the price to him. He pulls out some cash and hands it to the checker. The checker hands him the change and a receipt, which he snatches quickly. He grabs the bag on his way out, not saying anything else to anyone, walking past anyone that dared block his path out to the parking lot.

The sliding doors open up quickly and he sees his car in the distance, walking post-haste to it, not stopping for anything. He goes to the trunk looking left and right for any signs of trouble before opening it. With the coast clear he pops it, grabbing the bat.

“I know. I know. Ya missed me.”

He places the bat back under his jacket again, slams the trunk, goes to the driver car door, opening it, tossing the Walmart bag next to the pink Happy Meal. He starts the car and heads out of the parking lot to his next destination.

Phase two complete……next stop. Museum. Here I come.