"What'er you smiling at now, ya freak?"
Chants of "Get 'em Tony" and "Kick his ass" and "Kill 'em" rose from the grim-faced chorus.
A steel-toed riding boot caught Billy's chin and rattled his molars together. His hands slipped on sweat and blood and urine, and his bare chest collided with the roadhouse floor. It was more pain that he imagined, really, even after the bottle of Vicodin he swallowed fifteen minutes ago, before striping to his underwear, strolling into the bar, and spitting in Big Tony's beer.
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Yeah, I know. I know. WTF? Friday is time to exercise my writing muscle in a no-rules kind of way. Sometimes it works...sometimes it might be a little painful...
10 comments:
Too bad vicodin doesn't work that fast.
experimenting is good hopefully for writing. i keep telling myself this as explanation for all the stories i start and don't finish.
Jamie - Billy needed to do some research.
Samantha - We can hope. Makes a good excuse, anyway.
Even for an exercise, it was still good. I like the utter weirdness of his stripping down to his underwear.
I especially enjoyed the nudity.
I like... I need me some viowhatsit, painkillers in the UK kick in about an hour later and work their magic for about thirty minutes.
I dunno, Jamie. Taken on an empty stomach that stuff will hit me pretty hard and fast!
Not WTF at all, Aaron-- loved it. Snippets like this make the world go round and stories grow. Nicely done.
Ouch! ouchie ouch! But well written ouch. :)
Not sure which brand of Vicodin Jamie's taking. It ain't the good kind.
(Perennial kidney stone sufferer who can vouch for fifteen minutes being more than enough time.)
I liked that, obviously your writing muscle is in good working order.
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