Short Story(group)

[TOMAHAWK]

Originally Posted by lumberjim

Taking big steps, and walking in a brisk manner, Smooth made it to the door first. Poking his head out, taking note of LJ on one knee there in the wan pool of light guttering from the gas flame streetlamp, Smooth thought, 'Man, I wish I had my camera. That's such a poignant scene.' But said, "Yo. Dumbass. What the hell are you screaming about, and how in the hell did you get outside so quickly?"

"I don;t know." Lj said, swatting idly at the apostropholons buzzing around his head. "I had this vision of myself as though from a short distance. I had found a sheaf of papers here on the sidewalk, and as I read it, I watched my own head explode. ANd then Slang came out and did the same damn thing! It was so real. I could swear it happened. It's as if someone has erased some of my memory, and i've relived the moment twice. I can feel tha pain of my eyes bulging. I think I know what those papers say."

Smooth took a step back, and cocked his head. Stepping forward again, he took the surprised LJ's head in his hands, stared deeply into his eyes and said,"That's the demon talking. You need healin, boy. " And gripping LJ's ample forehead in one iron strong hand, he rocked his head back and forth a time or two, and then shoved him over, intoning, "YOU ARE HEALED!!"

Rising from the puddle of questionable liquid that sm had plunged him into as he "healed" him, the ire plain upon his rugged brow, LJ said, "Dude. I asked you to stop doing that. That's the third time you've healed me this week, and it's getting a little old, alright?" And picking his nose, he wiped a booger on sm's lapel. "Don;t worry about me, I'm fine. I;ll find those papers. I'll prove that I;m not crazy!" Apostropholons pursued him back into the bar, biting his red leathery neck as he swatted them angrily.

Once back inside, he ordered a drink and some ointment. He ate the ointment and poured the strong liquid over the bites. Apostopholons screamed in anguish as they made a hasty retreat from the massive neck. most left their designer biting instruments behind. Now where could he have left the papers? Ahh, perhaps another "healing session" might be in order. Perhaps if he cleared his mind for the process and passed the hat, he'd be able to focus a little better. "Alright now, who needs purification?" The room went silent.
A noise caught his attention to his far left. It was Jackqulita. "Why, I think I might be able to use a little of that," quipped the stripper.