The Era Of Hipsters. By Lazy Larry. Fat Boi Studios. A Critical Thinking Production. Chapter 1 Part 3.Warning:Hi yeah you the reader. This is humor ok dark comedy to some crap to others. But hey how ya doin? Glad you’re here still reading. Be warned.Strong drug reference violence, language and profanity.
The door opens and the skinny bald headed guy opens. “Hey Tony uh how are you?” David asks.
“Another busy day. How bout you are you busy? No the fuck not out the way.” Tony walks in and sits on the couch. “Got any Godzilla? Low carb.”
“Oh yeah sure uh want some Christina?” David asks.
“Maybe not right now, but where’s uh hoe at?” Tony asks.
“She was with a guy named Ralph Dunn she was pretty hammered last night, he dropped her off two people came back and picked her up.” David says. “They drive of in a grey mustang with a sunroof.”
“How the fuck would you know all this?” Tony says cracking the can.
“Well I’m a registered sex offender I know things.” David says as his fake eye wanders off. Then does a three sixty spin. “It can be quite useful.”
“Daaah shit is she in trouble? Of course she is.” Tony inhaling the smoke. Well how much?” Tony says as he stands up.
“Shouldn’t be too bad this time she didn’t know the guy that long from what I can tell. what are you going to do about it?” David asks.
“Are you going to leave the kid here?’ David asks.
“No I’m not the fucking nuts you sick bastard. I will return. In like I don’t know. Few hours the low life with me. The kid intact maybe a few scratches nothing life threatening.” Tony says as he stands up. “I swear I’m gonna go and give her a piece of my mind.”
Tony and Matthew race and are In the car. Going perhaps maybe sixty five in a twenty five.
“You eat yet?” Tony asks as the joint hangs from his mouth.
“No not yet.” Matthew says. As he stares blindly into space.
“Hi welcome to Jack in the box how may I help you?” The voice says.
“Yes hi ma’am how are you? I’d like….” Tony interrupted.
“Uh excuse me I’m a guy.” The voice says.
“Give me breakfast jack, a sausage biscuit, some juice, and poppers, two tacos, yeah uh kid you good with that?” Tony asks.
“Excuse me I said I am a man.” The voice says.
“Ok. So what you’re hard to listen to why would I wanna look at you?” Tony asks. “Now hurry up or I’m calling the safety inspector.” Tony demands.
“Ok. Twenty five sixfifteen please.” The voice says as the screen clears.
“Twenty something sixteen your scumbag.” Tony says as he drives up to the window. “Kid see these are the real crooks.”
The man stares pink nails and purple hair he smacks his lips. “Twenty Nine thirteen.”
Tony sits up headbutts him in the window as he flies back. Then drives up to the next window and snatches the food and drives off. He digs in the bag hits a U turn and pulls up front ways in the drive thru backwards. Tony gets out the car and walks out to the window.
“The fuck is the damn tacos?!” Tony yells.
The guy in the window hands him the tacos and stares in fear.
“I thought that was for me?” The homeless guy at the window asks.
“Here enjoy fat ass times tough.” Tony hands the guy a taco and then drives off.
“Uncle Tony can we go to the Marina?” Matthew asks.
“Uh maybe.” Tony mutters as he eats his tacos. “First mom then maybe.” Tony says with a mouthful.
Present day Matthew in front of the class “Yeah it was really cool. Then we went to Larry's house and they were with Christina I think. I don’t know I sat there and got to read comics. Larry has everything from Sin City to Captain America.”
This muthafucka went to the dope house. Was I the only one who understood what the fuck he is sayin? Ok the dude he was with was obviously on dope his mama was clearly gettin ran thru.