He lived his life like a silver top taxi cab: busily, violently and boringly. He smoked and back- fired repeatedly and his wife drove him hard into the bends so that he was always broke and repairing things that didnt need repairing - like brakes and tyres. Shed made him do a round of councilling, which unforunately the gov had subsidised, taking away his legitimate excuse of money. But no councillor, can understand what it means to travel at 200km per hour in a vehicle thats comfortable at 100 and constantly had asses smeared on your perfectly good apoulstry. He drank whiskey like rocket fuel and mixed drinks and smoked a pack a day. he also occasionally bombed a bag of Goey too keep his lids from collapsing and increased his high with a tab of acid here and there when things got boring. Sometimes hed be so sick and tired of dragging the rich around for a pittance that hed find an opium den in China town and whack himself out for several days with Heroin. Hed tell his wife that he was onto a new venture, but she knew what was happening - there were no secrets. Then one day he was dead - just hung out too dry on a needle on a satin bed. With a fine dragon embroidered on it. He was found floating in the harbour wrapped in that very same satin blanket.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 11:33:08 +0000