Virgo story-third attempt

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One-forty in the am, and I got no clue where I'm headed. Stepped out in to the cool morning air, lit a fresh lucky and tried to clear my head.

Can't hang here though,too damn quiet, and too damn dark.I need the fading energy of a late friday night winding down. Drunks staggering home. Party survivors collapsing into the corner booth of some all night second-rate restaurant and the random trashed motorist howling out of their window at me on their way to a secret rendezvous with a toilet bowl.

I walk past it all, past it, around it, right through the middle of it, feeding on it like a vampire, but never letting it consume me in return.And I keep on walking, past darkened alleyways and poorly lit cafes, snapping my hat brim down aginst the lightly falling rain.

I just need a little solitude, you know, no big deal. Everyone needs a little space now and then, even her. Oh yeah, there's this dame, forgot to mention it, but hey it's always about a dame ain't it? Oh it's not like that, really, between her and I. She's a sweet doll, but me an her we ain't ever going to be an item. There's this joe see and well never mind, her and I we are friends, nothing else.

It's just she got me thinking, that's all, dames will do that to you. Guys, we like action, but them dames they all live in their heads. Everything's a soap opera with them, like they can't live without conflict. Drinking rumors like soda pop and eating drama like candy. I mean I'm sure there are some that don't like that stuff, just I ain't never met them is all. Anyway, just thinking outloud that's all.

Hey, I know this place. I'll be damned, dxp.Look at this place, looks just like the last time I saw it, place ain't changed a bit. My favorite spot, corner of 'Bash' and 'Don't Bash' right smack in the middle of the Virgohood.

Guess I'll a take a spot here by the lightpole, see if anyone I know is still around. Thought I saw some hot looking brunette skirt dressed like a flamingo dancer but then maybe I'm just tired.

Damn!, my lighter's soaked, anybody awake around here? anybody..

Well I still ain't got no light, and the sun's starting to come out. Maybe I'll find a nice quite street cafe have a cup of hot joe while I thaw out.

There is an old brownstone building up ahead, with green and white striped awnings, and black iron chairs stacked out on the curb, and I head down the street for it. Why not , maybe I'll run into the dame in the red flamingo dress again, she seemed to be headed in that direction.

Suddenly I'm stopped by a wild looking ragged man wrapped in old newspapers as he crawls out of the gutter opening near the corner of Troll and Bash avenues. "Fuck you" he yells, to me for no particular reason. "Whats that old man?", I say "you need money?" I reach in my pocket for some wrinkled bills, but he stops me.

"Vats de fuck!", he growls," I been here all de time .Fuck you see. Vats de fuck, who de fuck are you being"

I step closer and nearly gag at the smell of urine and alcohol emanating from his body, "listen old man, I did not mean to bother you, I don't want your cardboard box, or your spot here in the gutter, so relax"

"I am fucking Q of the fucking north vats de fucke wit you ha?!" He staggers to my left a little, and I can clearly see lice crawling through his scraggly unkempt beard.He opens his mouth wide revealing a mouth full of yellowing decayed teeth and makes some sad attempt at a viking war howl,before abruptly pitching head first into the street.

"Damn old man, are you all right, you look like you need to find a doctor or something.", I say as he hits he concrete sidewalk hard.

"Go de fucke avay damn you! Fucke you see , I don't vant no fucking help from you asshole fucke you motherfucker!"

"Yeah, yeah" I say, stepping away ."Good luck with your turretes syndrome and that horrible piss smell, asshole" I say walking away.


I leave the old wino to wallow in his misery and continue up the street towards the cafe, wishing more than ever for light for the cigarette in my hand....

I guess I missed all the craziness going on, people running around, sirens going off, did I just hear a bomb go off?
Here comes somebody running up the street at me, somehow I think this day ain't gonna be normal....