Post by johnnyanthrax on May 13, 2009 19:14:30 GMT -5
I remember the day I came back here. Shit I remember the way this fucking bar smelled man; Like fucking corn dogs and Jack Daniels man. Fuckin the good ol' days.
Star: That was just last week bro! What the fuck you talking about?
Yeah you're right. Man this Jack must be fucking my head sideways or something cause I'm talking out my hole right now. Say when did you get the bartendin' job anyway?
Star: Ten years ago my father just gave it to me. Three years since he's passed now man.
Fuck Star. Where would I be with out in High School man you taught me how to be on the road and how to listen to the god damn streets and take what I want and get what I deserve man.
Star: Yeah. Looks as if you're staying for a while now? I talked to your brother the other day.
Hell yeah man. I had enough of them fuckin' dudes in North Carolina Star. They snorted so much coke they're noses could have fuckin tell to the curb. The bikes kept getting fucked up in gun-warfare too so I had enough of fixing their shit and just thought I might as well come back home and get me some dough and settle down here. Where it all started.
Star: Sounds like a plan then.
Oh fuck Star. Here it is bro. Turn that fucking box up.
Star is the bartender at the bar that his family has owned for over five decades called Warzone. I've had some good and some bad times here but I've always wanted to call it home. I'm currently staying at my brothers house with his family just two miles up the road. I like this bar because I feel like I own it. I fuckin' feel like I'm the king of this place. I got my bike outside, and my beer right here. No where else I'd like to be. Star turns up the television. It's the local news doing a small piece on myself and my new contract for Wrestling Championship Federation.
Television: So you're now competing on the Professional Wrestling level? How's it feel being a somewhat celebrity right here in Devil's Island. Well Lisa it's badass. Can I say that? Sorry doll but you're gonna have to listen to this mouth if you want the truth. I'm ready to kick some ass and get paid to fix my bike. I'm off the drugs and I'm done with jail so I'm fully employed by Wrestling Championship Federation which means look out superstars. Johnny Anthrax is coming to play!
Star: Fuck man were you sober for that shit? Sounds like it.
Fuck you Star. Hohohaheh. Pour me another shot and give me a big glass of what the fuck ever man I'll just throw it down the throat. I need sleep though bro, I have a motorcycle to fix.
Star: So whens your first match?
Dark matches and shit for now. Means I won't be on TV for a while but believe they'll give me something good they can't keep this fuckin face off TV!
Star: That was just last week bro! What the fuck you talking about?
Yeah you're right. Man this Jack must be fucking my head sideways or something cause I'm talking out my hole right now. Say when did you get the bartendin' job anyway?
Star: Ten years ago my father just gave it to me. Three years since he's passed now man.
Fuck Star. Where would I be with out in High School man you taught me how to be on the road and how to listen to the god damn streets and take what I want and get what I deserve man.
Star: Yeah. Looks as if you're staying for a while now? I talked to your brother the other day.
Hell yeah man. I had enough of them fuckin' dudes in North Carolina Star. They snorted so much coke they're noses could have fuckin tell to the curb. The bikes kept getting fucked up in gun-warfare too so I had enough of fixing their shit and just thought I might as well come back home and get me some dough and settle down here. Where it all started.
Star: Sounds like a plan then.
Oh fuck Star. Here it is bro. Turn that fucking box up.
Star is the bartender at the bar that his family has owned for over five decades called Warzone. I've had some good and some bad times here but I've always wanted to call it home. I'm currently staying at my brothers house with his family just two miles up the road. I like this bar because I feel like I own it. I fuckin' feel like I'm the king of this place. I got my bike outside, and my beer right here. No where else I'd like to be. Star turns up the television. It's the local news doing a small piece on myself and my new contract for Wrestling Championship Federation.
Television: So you're now competing on the Professional Wrestling level? How's it feel being a somewhat celebrity right here in Devil's Island. Well Lisa it's badass. Can I say that? Sorry doll but you're gonna have to listen to this mouth if you want the truth. I'm ready to kick some ass and get paid to fix my bike. I'm off the drugs and I'm done with jail so I'm fully employed by Wrestling Championship Federation which means look out superstars. Johnny Anthrax is coming to play!
Star: Fuck man were you sober for that shit? Sounds like it.
Fuck you Star. Hohohaheh. Pour me another shot and give me a big glass of what the fuck ever man I'll just throw it down the throat. I need sleep though bro, I have a motorcycle to fix.
Star: So whens your first match?
Dark matches and shit for now. Means I won't be on TV for a while but believe they'll give me something good they can't keep this fuckin face off TV!
