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because they stopped laughing right away and stared at me glassy eyed and slack jawed.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked, putting a little extra steel into my voice so they knew I was here to conduct serious business.
“Ummmmm, the taffy man?” said the kid who let me into the apartment.
“What?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’re all blue and pink and yellow and all rubbery, so you got to be made of taffy, or Now-n-Laters or some shit like that.”
I was off my guard because of the kids speech, and I hadn’t noticed that his buddy had gotten off the couch and was standing right next to me. I only noticed him when he ran his tongue up my face. His breath smelled like a dirty diaper filled with cigarette ash, and I shoved him off of me hard.
“Hey, man,” he said, “I just wanted a taste of you. Don’t be a bogart with the candy, man!”
He came at me again and he came at me quick. Before I knew it, this skinny little hippie was licking my face and trying to get his hands down my pants, and he kept saying, “Gimme a taste, man! Just gimme a taste!”
I slammed him hard against the flat screen TV mounted to the wall and shattered the screen with his face. I pull his right arm behind his back and pushed to the point of it practically breaking.
“Hey, man!” he yelled, “That’s not cool! How am I supposed to eat you with my face in the TV?”
I jerked his arm up and felt it snap at the elbow. I thought that would get his attention. I thought it would at the very least it would illicit a scream or a yelp, but all it did was make him start laughing again. By this time, the kid who had let me in was behind me, licking the back of my neck and massaging my chest. Despite the lack of crap in his pants like his buddy, he somehow managed to smell worse. Didn’t these kids ever think of showering?
I gave him a quick elbow to the face and I felt his nose explode. I gave his buddy’s face another hard shove into the television hoping it would persuade him not to try anything funny while I dealt with his roommate. I let go and turned around and the kid’s face was a horror show. I’d obviously hit him with my elbow a lot harder than I intended to, because it looked like he didn’t have nose anymore. His face was slick with blood, and he was flicking his tongue out at me like he still wanted to turn me into a human lollipop.
“Tastes like Twizzlers, man! Just like Twizzlers!”
I didn’t give him a chance to come at me again, and threw a couple of hard punches at where his nose was supposed to be. I leaned hard into them and felt more bones in his face crack and a few teeth shatter. It was ugly, and usually the kind of punches I reserved for hard asses who fight like they have nothing left to lose. It took him down though, but now I had his roommate on me again. More licking, more fumbling with my crotch.
I gave him the same elbow I gave his buddy and bounced him off the TV. Right when he was getting ready to come at me again, I picked up a small, cluttered coffee table that had somehow managed to not get trampled in the struggle and slammed it hard into his upper body. To my surprise, he stayed up on his feet, so I gave him another hard whack and broke the thing in half.
With both of them out for the count, I doubled over, breathing hard, retching a little bit from the smell of their silva that was still slick on my face and neck. Goddamn, neither one of those kids should have been able to take that kind of beating. I mean, these kids combined maybe only weighed two-hundred-and-fifty pounds combined and looked like they’d never been to a gym in their lives. But yet, they fought like a couple of bruisers jacked to the gills on steroids and meth.
Standing there catching my breath and staring at the filthy carpet, I noticed a little gram baggie filled with deep green rocks. I picked up and took a closer look at. Was it some new kind of speed? Or something that I’ve never seen before? I pocketed the stash and
“Do you know who I am?” I asked, putting a little extra steel into my voice so they knew I was here to conduct serious business.
“Ummmmm, the taffy man?” said the kid who let me into the apartment.
“What?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’re all blue and pink and yellow and all rubbery, so you got to be made of taffy, or Now-n-Laters or some shit like that.”
I was off my guard because of the kids speech, and I hadn’t noticed that his buddy had gotten off the couch and was standing right next to me. I only noticed him when he ran his tongue up my face. His breath smelled like a dirty diaper filled with cigarette ash, and I shoved him off of me hard.
“Hey, man,” he said, “I just wanted a taste of you. Don’t be a bogart with the candy, man!”
He came at me again and he came at me quick. Before I knew it, this skinny little hippie was licking my face and trying to get his hands down my pants, and he kept saying, “Gimme a taste, man! Just gimme a taste!”
I slammed him hard against the flat screen TV mounted to the wall and shattered the screen with his face. I pull his right arm behind his back and pushed to the point of it practically breaking.
“Hey, man!” he yelled, “That’s not cool! How am I supposed to eat you with my face in the TV?”
I jerked his arm up and felt it snap at the elbow. I thought that would get his attention. I thought it would at the very least it would illicit a scream or a yelp, but all it did was make him start laughing again. By this time, the kid who had let me in was behind me, licking the back of my neck and massaging my chest. Despite the lack of crap in his pants like his buddy, he somehow managed to smell worse. Didn’t these kids ever think of showering?
I gave him a quick elbow to the face and I felt his nose explode. I gave his buddy’s face another hard shove into the television hoping it would persuade him not to try anything funny while I dealt with his roommate. I let go and turned around and the kid’s face was a horror show. I’d obviously hit him with my elbow a lot harder than I intended to, because it looked like he didn’t have nose anymore. His face was slick with blood, and he was flicking his tongue out at me like he still wanted to turn me into a human lollipop.
“Tastes like Twizzlers, man! Just like Twizzlers!”
I didn’t give him a chance to come at me again, and threw a couple of hard punches at where his nose was supposed to be. I leaned hard into them and felt more bones in his face crack and a few teeth shatter. It was ugly, and usually the kind of punches I reserved for hard asses who fight like they have nothing left to lose. It took him down though, but now I had his roommate on me again. More licking, more fumbling with my crotch.
I gave him the same elbow I gave his buddy and bounced him off the TV. Right when he was getting ready to come at me again, I picked up a small, cluttered coffee table that had somehow managed to not get trampled in the struggle and slammed it hard into his upper body. To my surprise, he stayed up on his feet, so I gave him another hard whack and broke the thing in half.
With both of them out for the count, I doubled over, breathing hard, retching a little bit from the smell of their silva that was still slick on my face and neck. Goddamn, neither one of those kids should have been able to take that kind of beating. I mean, these kids combined maybe only weighed two-hundred-and-fifty pounds combined and looked like they’d never been to a gym in their lives. But yet, they fought like a couple of bruisers jacked to the gills on steroids and meth.
Standing there catching my breath and staring at the filthy carpet, I noticed a little gram baggie filled with deep green rocks. I picked up and took a closer look at. Was it some new kind of speed? Or something that I’ve never seen before? I pocketed the stash and
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