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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.
“Something.” Tony says.
“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.
Tony in the drive thru.
“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.
Matthew nods.
“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.
The Era Of Hipsters By Lazy Larry. Fat Boi Studios. A Critical Thinking Production Chapter 1 Part 2 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.
Matthew at his house walks up to the phone and picks up and dials. It rings and rings then a loud smash happens.
“Yeah hello what the fuuuck who is this? Who sent you are you the feds, fuck off.” Tony says.
“Hi Uncle Tony.” Matthew says.
“Yeah oh hey. Heeeyyyyeeyy heeeey kid. The fuck it’s eleven in the morning.” Tony says. “How ya doin?”
“Oh my mom left with my uncle Ralph last night and she hasn’t come home. I can’t touch the stove and the microwave is broken. Can you please bring me breakfast?” Matthew asks.
“WHat? Food? Yeah sure food.” Tony groans over the phone. On the other line his face smashed into the couch armrest. “Uh who the fuck is Ralph?” Groaning. “Sure why not uh shit hold on a minute.” Tony hangs up.
Inside Tony's loft a stained glass window and dusty and place, porno on HD screens and enough things illegal to do some life in prison. The smell of booze and marijuana stench up the room. Retro posters everywhere of The Beatles, Eazy E and Pink Floyd. Tony stands up off the couch walking on empty Monster energy cans. In the bathroom rinsing his mouth with beer then he walks out and puts his black coat on.
Tony a fat middle aged man with bald spots on his head. Crooked teeth and enough tattoos to make a upscale person shit themselves. Cargo pants and a ruined Raiders hat with some retro Iversons on.
Speeding down the street and hitting the breaks, over the bridge and here he is the apartment complex. Tony stumbles from the car and hobbles up the stairs to the fifth floor. He walks down the hall and opens the door. Breathing heavily.
“Kid, HEY KID!” Tony yells out of breathe.
Matthew walks up to the front door. “ Hi Uncle Tony.”
“Where’s uh what’s her face Gina?” Tony asks.
“I don’t know.” Matthew says. As he shrugs staring into space.
“Ok hold on.” Tony says as he walks down the hallway lighting a cigarette.
Matthew in front of class.
See that shit. His mama ran off with some muthafucka and like this fat big ass hills has eyes looking mofo popped up. The bitch was staring at her phone looking at pornhub the reflection was on the whiteboard. Then that bitch ass mufucka stanley gonna say Mathew mama a hoe. You better sock that mufucka.
“He went down the side to talk to our manager David the weirdo to stay away from. Then he came back and we went in his car to San Francisco.” Matthew says.
“Who?” Ms Hiratzka asks.
“Our manager.” Matthew says.
Oh ok so now the wicked witch of the school wanted to say something. Of course. I hated first grade. I hate that class. I think that’s why I got myself kicked out. I don’t know.
Back to Saturday.
Tony walks down and pounds on the door. “Nung nuts open up.”b Tony demands blowing smoke.
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