Punk | Joey Ritchie (oioioi) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-01 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | anarchism, punk |
Who: Anarchism (dreamofdystopia) & Punk (oioioi)
What: Meeting up.
Where: J Random Karaoke Bar in J Random Borough.
When: Backdated to the hours between July 27 and 28.
Warnings: Language, obviously.
The nice thing about the inevitability of aging was it came paired with nostalgia. True, most days pining for the past felt a lot like sticking a live wire up your dick, but every now and then there was payout. Sometimes it was even fulfilling. (And sometimes you just felt masochistic enough to stick a live wire up your dick. Such was life.)
Anarchism rolled back into town and made his voice known. By way of subtle littering in Masque's back alley, but if there was anyone Joey could forgive for their trespasses, it was that mad sonuvabitch. The grin which lit up his face when he went out back on smoke break walked a very careful line between silly and dangerous -- there were a lot of teeth involved, a bright gleam to his usually muddy eyes. As Joey picked up the empty beer can and unrolled the calling card inside, smoke streamed from his nostrils as if he were an angry dragon.
The nice part ("nice") was that they didn't need to do any cutesy shit like trade numbers and go over details. He closed up shop at the ass end of the evening and let his feet take control. Most of the old stomping grounds were long gone, leaving only a handful of dive bars scattered across the city. Depressing, but bearable -- Anarchism got his dander up, caused Joey to be more Punk again, a transition which felt like safety pins through his body and Molotovs being lit.
What stopped him cold was his own arrival. He'd meant to visit one of the only properly sleazy places left in his city. What actually greeted him when Punk opened the door was the warbling sound of karaoke.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."