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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Biography / Autobiography
- Published: 06/22/2012
TOO STONED TO SCARE
M, from Baltimore, Maryland, United StatesTOO STONED TO SCARE
She was making a big deal over a wee mouse trapped and futilely circling around the bottom of a bathroom garbage pail.
I dumped the can and its hapless creature out a rear window to an alley enriched and fragrant with sweet empty wine bottles, torn Muslim flyers, and frazzled cats lounging on the rails of a mangled chain link fence misconnected to broken gates.
Mongrel dogs barked their dim brains out at linen hung and sagging on a clothesline between two poles...if you happened to be running for your life late at night across yards you had no business trespassing on account of a street gang catching you in the sheets with one of their women who they assumed you were banging when in fact all you were doing was talking over Camel butts though altogether naked before the enraged gangster Teeky kicked in the door still locked in the jam crashing out of the frame like a meteor slamming the moon.
I instantly arose but got slugged back onto the mattress...on the way down popping and busting a forty watt dressing lamp bulb.
All the racket aroused Snatch in an upstairs room with Inga...whom I exchanged for the aforementioned chick...Snatch spared me a savage perhaps fatal beating as he charged into the fracas, restraining Teeky and the rest of those hoodlums...thus... compounding the commotion and freaking out the cockroaches escaping through the electric sockets into the adjoining vacant rooms.
The maddest thug, Banger, in his frustration threw a half gallon jug of White Lightening which shattered all around my pale bare feet as I and Inga fled half naked through the ghetto...too stoned to scare...too dumb to die.
By L DOUGLAS ST OURS
August 2010
TOO STONED TO SCARE(L DOUGLAS ST OURS)
TOO STONED TO SCARE
She was making a big deal over a wee mouse trapped and futilely circling around the bottom of a bathroom garbage pail.
I dumped the can and its hapless creature out a rear window to an alley enriched and fragrant with sweet empty wine bottles, torn Muslim flyers, and frazzled cats lounging on the rails of a mangled chain link fence misconnected to broken gates.
Mongrel dogs barked their dim brains out at linen hung and sagging on a clothesline between two poles...if you happened to be running for your life late at night across yards you had no business trespassing on account of a street gang catching you in the sheets with one of their women who they assumed you were banging when in fact all you were doing was talking over Camel butts though altogether naked before the enraged gangster Teeky kicked in the door still locked in the jam crashing out of the frame like a meteor slamming the moon.
I instantly arose but got slugged back onto the mattress...on the way down popping and busting a forty watt dressing lamp bulb.
All the racket aroused Snatch in an upstairs room with Inga...whom I exchanged for the aforementioned chick...Snatch spared me a savage perhaps fatal beating as he charged into the fracas, restraining Teeky and the rest of those hoodlums...thus... compounding the commotion and freaking out the cockroaches escaping through the electric sockets into the adjoining vacant rooms.
The maddest thug, Banger, in his frustration threw a half gallon jug of White Lightening which shattered all around my pale bare feet as I and Inga fled half naked through the ghetto...too stoned to scare...too dumb to die.
By L DOUGLAS ST OURS
August 2010
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