Violence breathes out here its stale breath. It's history sportin' the likes of Veterans from the past three major wars. When much killin' was needed, they sent the boys from out this way. And this place also helped to breed one vengeful soul named Timothy McVeigh. This is the place where that boy rented his U-Haul of Death. It's the city man; it's the vibe.

I came up to a waterin' hole called the Silver Star. I'd been ridin' about ten hours from out of the ass end of Oklahoma. It was time to chill, so much was on my mind, and somethin' was just not right. I walked into the low lit joint, the hardwood floor felt soggy with every step and its stench was obvious. I went up to the bar just plain ass thirsty, and the fine lookin' woman working there came up, "What're you having honey?" "Let me get some water for now." I said. "Water? We don't sell that here!" she said trying to amuse herself, and let out a loud raspy laugh. The kind from haulin' down all them cigarettes her whole life. Probably sits around with her momma all day long smokin' and jokin', and watching all her cousins on the Jerry Springer show; a typical Midwest byproduct of incest.

I was busy adjusting myself to the scenery and then I looked at her and said, "Yeah, ha, ha bitch. Now just go on and get me some water will ya." I didn't even keep lookin' to see if she was disgusted. But I got the gist of it when she came back and slammed the glass down on the counter, splashin' water up on my arm and shirt. Hopefully, she ain't some kind'a psycho bitch throwin' some Cyanide in my shit. That's all right man, like I got time to be worrying about what this bitch is thinkin'. I'm on a mission from the Darkside I ain't got time for all this tedious shit.

This place is packed with the usual: some Bikers; got some different colors hangin' out too: Hell's Angels, Nomads, Hawgs, and the Deadmen; funny how they all are gettin' along; copisetic man, I can dig it. Some Scrats hangin' loose, a couple of toothless fat bitches eatin' pork rinds; a few nice Ho's, and all them jokers with their asses parked around the pool tables thinkin' they got somethin' important goin' down. Spend their whole night burning their assholes out with that draft beer; tryin' to shoot a ball into a pocket; don't make much sense to me that's for sure; Brothers don't hold no Philosophy in my book. I ain't never heard nothin' worthwhile spoken around a Pool table; a bunch of dime store Preacher talk. Man I always say if your soapbox is down at the local bar, then your speeches ain't never gettin' past the door.

Smash! (the time for general observation has just passed)

Damn! Big ass dude from across the bar just threw a beer bottle at some skinny motherfucker just missin' him. Big fuck starts screamin', "What the fuck you say about my woman! What the fuck you saying about my woman?! Huh motherfucker, huh!" at the skinny scrat with that stringy greasy type hair hangin' everywhere and some cheesy mustache; man I swear some people just shouldn't be tryin' to grow shit on their face.

"Nothing man! I didn't say nothing about your woman! Just chill man, just chill!"

The fear is evident on this boy. The big dude starts head butting the bar makin' his forehead break open; he's sportin' ink everywhere even on the top of his bald ass head; looks like a tattoo of Satan or somethin'; all I can see is large teeth and a pattern of flames goin' across this dudes head.

He keeps breathing hard too, gettin' his ass psyched. Breathin' in through his nose making his body shake all over and then letting out this huge roar: "RRRRRAAAAAA! RRRRRAAAAAA! I'ma fuck you up! I'ma fuck you up!"

His bitch trying to stand in his way (fine fuckin' ass too). Man, that shit never ceases to amaze me; some big ass bald fat fuck, gotta be wearin' a size 50 jeans; got a chick with an ass that can fit in the palms of my hands! How the fuck does that shit happen? Man, Mother Nature's a bitch. I don't care what anybody says, or that bitch is just plain crazy. I can see her now bent over in her bed, ass high up in the air; while this big Gorilla fuck got her head pushed down in the sheets to muffle all her screamin'. Meanwhile jamming his fifteen inch cock into her asshole; make a man wonder if there's anything left to that chick after a dude like that's done with it!

Dude just chill, just chill! Skinny boy still beggin' for his life, but man I think it's too late for all that shit; cause here comes that dude from around the corner of the bar; can feel his feet hittin' the floor, and ain't nobody gettin' in his way including me. That's right man, just stay the fuck away from me and everything's gonna be alright. He can take that dude and beat his head against the concrete for all I care. ;

Dude, naw! Naw man! It's cool man chill out! It's your world man! It's your world! I'm just a chicken nugget in your Rooster coop man!" And then a final squeal like a freshly gutted pig.

Aw man, it's a damn shame; he grabbed that scrat by the hair and forced him to the ground, and then dragged him about fifty feet out the screened in back door into the hot summer night, and started kickin' the shit out of him underneath a halo lit light. The boy musta lost consciousness early on, cause you couldn't hear him squealing no more, just'a buncha thuds from kickin' to the body. Damn, this night is turning out to be interesting. Then someone got up and turned the jukebox on and that's when I decided to get drunk.....

Grateful Dead filled the air, ".....I was born in a desert!.....I was raised in a lion's den!.....Weeelll, my number one occupation, is stealin' womens from them other men!.....

Now there's a song I'm all too familiar with. "Hey Bartender, let me get a drink." "OOOhhh" in a nasally wise-assed tone, "Are we going to be mister congenial now?" she says. Now the bitch is trying to get all intelligent on me, knowing damn well she don't know what the fuck congenial means. I said, "Listen, don't try that shit on me; cause you know the last book you read had a picture of a little boy and girl with a dog runnin' up a hill to fetch a pail of water! Now get me a Budweiser and a shot of Yukon Jack, and make it quick cause I'm tired of playin' with your ass!" She put her hands on her hips and cocked her ass to the left in a fed-up type of way and gave me the finger, but she went on about doin' what I told her.

She came up and slammed my drinks down again and stuck her tongue out at me, and went to walk away when I grabbed her wrist and forced her toward me. I said, "Easy darling, don't go gettin' your titties all in a bunch. We just started off on the wrong foot that's all." She eased up her resistance and relaxed leaning against the bar, so that her titties pushed up out of her low cut pink sweater, revealing a loose white-laced bra. The sight of them milky white titties made everything inside of me serene. They reminded me of two fluffy, feather like pillows where I could lay my head down in their warmth, and just let everything that troubled me float on by.
Why you being so hard on me?" she said.
I'm just fucked up right now; somethin' ain't right, you know what I'm saying. I got this bad vibe goin' down. Why?
What the hell you think is going to happen? I mean, I think you just saw the worst of it. They call that man Maddog, and he's always getting into a fight."
No honey, it goes deeper than that, shit you just wouldn't understand, and you'd think I was out of my mind if I started talkin' about it. What's your name anyways?
She smiles

"It's Amanda

Well Amanda, I like how your hair hangs down over your shoulder to rest on top of your breasts. You got a man in your life?

Yeah, kind of.

Whatcha you mean about kind'a?

I don't know, he's just a real asshole and I don't care about him.

I laugh a bit and say,Now tell me somethin' I ain't never heard before.

You don't understand!" she said sharply. Why, do you have a woman in your life?Hell no, I'm too smart for all that shit. I see how you women operate, ain't no woman using me as a speed bump to find the man of her dreams. Get my ass all hung up with a couple of kids paying child support and alimony, while their off spreadin' their legs for some other dude up in my house I built, and my bed I bought. I'm sorry, but I'm just too in tune to what the fucks goin' down! It's not all like that." she said.

I don't know, you look at the numbers and tell me what you see. I see a buncha dudes out there workin' two or three jobs and livin' in some one bedroom apartment, and driving a bucket; cause their ass got raked over the coals from some chick. All them years those women were held down and taken advantage of, that's why the shit is the way it is. Payback man, but that's all good, but you can bet your ass ain't no woman takin' my ass to the bank! Anyway, let's change the subject."

Okay," she said innocently and gave me a sexy look. "I get off pretty soon, you want to go get some breakfast or something?"

Well, I'm sure your man will be comin' around to get you real soon," and before I could finish she piped in, "No he's not! He went fishing for the weekend." I went to continue when I heard an obnoxious tapping on the big bay window outside. I looked over and saw a group of well-dressed black brothers and sisters gathered round the window lookin' in. The neon lights illuminating their greater purpose for them. And one brother tapping on the glass with a set of keys, and in the other hand he held up a Bible that had a huge gold cross etched into it. He was yelling, "Happy are those whose way is blameless, who walk in the law of the LORD!" I looked back at Amanda, "You meet me outside honey when you get off, I'll be out there visitin' with them religious folks waitin' on you." I took one more quick look around the joint and then headed on out the door......

Next month: Religion, Backdoor Man style, and the escape!