Friday, March 11, 2011

I’M FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES . . .!

I’M FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES . . .!

GET YOURSELF OVER TO BUKOWSKI’S BASEMENT AND MEET BUBBLES MCCOY (AND LISTEN TO A COOL LITTLE GUITAR DITTY WHILE YOU DO) IN A NICE PIECE OF FLASH FICTION FROM ANTHONY VENUTOLO . . .

She was supposed to arrive at 8. At least that's what Mitchell told Brian.

Mitchell had an "in" with some of the guys at the Fillmore Hotel who often dealt with these ladies of ill repute and seventy-five beans was all it took. Actually, it was five for Mitchell, ten for his "in" (his bellhop brother) and sixty more for the chick. Any way you slice it, Brian was going to get it done.

Tonight . . .

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2 comments:

Bukowski's Basement said...

I tip my hat to you, Bish...

Cap'n Bob said...

Is that a gun in his pocket?