Making Love To The Holy Ghost pt. 6

-Into The Bear Pit-

(My Diagnoses reads I'm fucked, there's no controlling this disease. My life began when I stopped living someone elses. Four years for college, get a job, settle down and raise a family. That sounds like slavery to me.) " Truer words have never been spoken Strydirt" The days after the waking up with random broad in his bed trudged on with out incident. The excitement that performing had long ran out, and nothing but agony was left inside of him again. Each day turned into a rerun of its self. Wake up, smoke gritt, stare longingly onto a blank piece of paper trying to will his mind to write a new piece of work, after a few hours of this he would get tired of sitting around and staring into the preverbial nohting that has turned into his life and hop back into bed light up a joint and smoke the hours away."Come on, come on, there's got to be way more to this. How the fuck did it get to the point where I have noone to turn to? Why me? Why the fuck did I get stuck with this burden of lonliness, this mass of emotions that weigh down on my heart and soul. Fuck man, It's almost time to head out to the fucking Airliner. Need to find my stupid shoes and keys." As he searched and dug through the piles of clothes and discarded baggies, the familuar sound of hatebreed blared out of his pocket. (jesus christ such a pretty face....)" Fuck I thought you was broken, little shit haven't rang in a long time. Hello," "Hey Angel, your working tonight right? I can't wait to go see you!" "Uhh yeah, I'ma, yeah I'm goin to be there tonight, but uhhh question... Who is this? Awkard silences are usually a favorite of his, but the fact that this mystery girls voice was very appelling, Boy wonder started hoping that his phone had cut out but anyways... Umm, you there?" Yeah I'm just waiting for you to ask your question." Oh, uh yeah my question I was just wondering what time you where planning to show up.


fourty five minutes spent in the shower half getting clean and the other half trying to figure out the identity of Cher Chez La Voice, but more importantly why anybody would be excited to see him on a tuesday where he would be holed up at the goddmaned Airliner. It simply baffled him and left his brain in a tired gray mushified state of being. After some time spent on this and a few pre-work beers. Angel grabbed a road-beer and was off into the depths of Lincoln Heights to do work at his horrid place, which only good that it offers is no good at all, for when he arrives a cold glass of New Castle will be waiting for him along with his hard uncomfortable chair."Christ all fucking mighty! What the flip is up with all these damn cars out and about right now, theres no need for all you assholes to be outside right now goin to your clubs/bars/brothels or what have you damn it. Go home you fucking bastards. Fucking scumbags, scumbag bastards.Thank god or zues or who ever the hell is up there fucking with me on a constant basis.Fuck yeah I, have finally arrived. Perfect timing too i just ran out of beer. ugh!" He tosses the bottle across the street at a hobo riding a beach cruiser." Fuck you hobo! You don't exist, your only a figment of a figment from my stupid imagination. Piece of shit, mother fucker!" "Hey Boy Blunder." "Huh, wha? Another hobo? Oh shit haha, if it isn't C.V himself, or should I say herself? You seem to have a moose knuckle goin' on where your supposed penis is suppose to be located but whatever, if you wanna have long hair and wear pants that show off your mangina, by all means be my guest." "You done?" "Uhhh, yeah I guess I am what do you want?" "Well I was just vanquishing some inner demons and what not..." "Is that why you pegged that hobo with a beer bottle?" " Silly Vince, hobos aren't real, just figmants of our imaginations. I thought you knew that." Vincent looks at Angel with the kind of look that many have given him before when they are trying to figure out if he is either fucking with them, drunk, or just crazy in general. Vince figured it to be a combination of all three so with that he said."O..k..., uh, lets just get to work man Luis said its gonna be a busy night." "Why people are actually gonna come tonight?" "No Torin is coming tonight." " Who the fuck is Torin?" " Torin is the lady Luis has been sticking it in, and since she's coming down tonight your goin to have to work both the sound and door while i double up on both bars and set up for the bands." Fucking rad. Well no sense in dicking 'round here lets get to it bossman." And with a vigorus smack to Vincents ass they both got to work.


The night started slow and seemed to go on forever. No new faces, no good bands, and all shitty music provided by subpar d.j's who think theyre fucking "spinning" the VMA's or some stupid shit like that. But before long three hours had come and gone, and our fair hero had long forgotten about Cher Chez La Voice and her impending arrival. So instead of sipping on water and staying hydrated to keep on top of his game due to Luis opting to stay in his office meticulously wiping his balls with a baby wipe cuz he was so sure tonight was goin to be the night he really handled Torin, cuz despite Vince's view on Luis, Angel could see that Luis was just talking out of his ass due to the fact that no man who was already getting some wouldn't be trying as hard as he was. "Son of a bitch, Vince! Where the hell is Luis at, is that fucker done trimming his pubes or rubbing one out, or whatever the hell he's doin in that damn office of his." "I don't know man, I'm pissed too. He said he wouldn't stay hold up in there the whole time fucking time just, um keep trying to do a good job, yeah, yeah! Just keep doin a good job man." "Whatev...." "Angel!!" all of a sudden the place goes black, warm hands are covering his eyes and a light bulb goes on off in his head."Cher Chez La Voice?" "Huh, no silly its me.
Jackie!"