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There's been this story theme running through my head over and over latley. Well, there's always a story theme running through my head... but this one inperticularly(sp?).
I was walking rather fast, compared to my usual pace. I felt something a little strange going on inside the depths of my stomach and I knew it didn't mean well. It couldn't. It was doing flip-flops and cart-wheels. I checked in paranoia behind my shoulder to see if anyone was trailing me.
It was awful dark out and I was alone. Loneliness in this part of Detroit means one thing: vulnerability. Which isn't a good thing to be when you're a Punk like me. You know, those people like the Ramones and Iggy Pop. But instead of the longhairs in those bands, I have a big, black, shaggy mohawk. I'm not too strong either, standing at about 5ft. and 2in. tall. I'm also pretty scrawny. I just hoped if I needed to, I could defend myself. And by the looks of it, I was going to need to no matter what.
There were three hard, lean guys following me. They all were wearing white or black tank-tops, and one wasn't wearing a shirt at all. They all had these huge six-pack abs that every guy wishes for. I just figured that were college jackasses looking for a fight.
They were gaining pretty closely, and that made me uncomfortable. I kept glancing behind me. They looked at eachother then to me and laughed. That's what I booked it out of there. I ran as fast and as hard as I could. I knew I should've paced myself. Did I not remember the story of the tortus and the hare? Eh, bullshit about bullshit! I'm in trouble! Forget those lame-brain stories right now...
"Hey you little dick," they yelled. They obviously had longer legs than me and were already five steps behind me. Goddamn these boots...
Eventually they caught me by my arms. Boy, did he have a strong grip! He shook me a little and said something that didn't seem too nice, but I was too scared to hear it. I almost went completley deaf from traffic. This was just too much. I finally knee'd him one in the nuts and he bent over, screaming like a little girl. I bolted instantly after that. There was no telling what the other two would do. Thankfully, all they did was say, "We'll jump your little punk ass next time you freak!"
"Yeah? Than come an' get me!" I yelled, knowing they wouldn't somehow. I could just feel it that they couldn't catch me. Maybe it was their stupid six-pack weighing them down. Hah.
They came running after me, yet again. I wasn't scared at all, up until I couldn't see the other one anywhere. I looked in front of me and there he was. Just waitin' for me to run into him. I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell was I to do now?! I panicked. The other guy was gaining towards me and the one in front just stood there, taking a step forward every other second. I was likely to get rolled...
I suddenly heard a roar of a motor and saw this pale-green Chevy Nova pull up. The door opened and there were three men in there. One hollered, "Hop in, kid!"
I didn't even think for one second not to. I just leaped into that Nova. I sat in the backseat next to this man in a red t-shirt. I stared down at my chest moving up and down to rapidly, I thought it might pop. I finally took in a deep breath and let it out slowly to control it.
"You alright?" the driver asked.
"I think so," I huffed. He looked awfully familiar. So did the passenger... and the guy next to me. Where did I know these people from? A punk show? I decided to just come right out and ask them, "Um, don't I know you?"
They all looked confused and shook their heads. "Don't think so," said the passenger.
"I swear I know you guys from somewhere..." I stared out the window for a minute. Then to the driver, then the passenger, then the fella sittin' next to me. I stared at the driver again... He had on this red beanie-hat. They all looked like skater/hip-hopster fellas. Then it hit me..... THEY'RE THE BEASTIE BOYS!!! I didn't want to tell them that I knew who they were. I thought I'd sound too much like a crazy fan. So I decided to keep my trap shut about it all.
"Where ya live, kid?" MCA, the passenger, asked.
"Oh, right down this block over here. Yeah, that's the one."
We turned down the block and it was then I noticed they were playing Billy Joel "Uptown Girl." I grinned at that cos I knew they listened to that. It was the strangest feeling...
When we pulled up to my ghetto-looking house, MCA stepped out and lifted the seat up. I got out and stood next to him. He was actually pretty tall. Go figure... He got back in and I leaned to them and said, "Thanks Adam," to the driver, "You're the King." I smiled in spite and shut the door, walking up to my house.
I was walking rather fast, compared to my usual pace. I felt something a little strange going on inside the depths of my stomach and I knew it didn't mean well. It couldn't. It was doing flip-flops and cart-wheels. I checked in paranoia behind my shoulder to see if anyone was trailing me.
It was awful dark out and I was alone. Loneliness in this part of Detroit means one thing: vulnerability. Which isn't a good thing to be when you're a Punk like me. You know, those people like the Ramones and Iggy Pop. But instead of the longhairs in those bands, I have a big, black, shaggy mohawk. I'm not too strong either, standing at about 5ft. and 2in. tall. I'm also pretty scrawny. I just hoped if I needed to, I could defend myself. And by the looks of it, I was going to need to no matter what.
There were three hard, lean guys following me. They all were wearing white or black tank-tops, and one wasn't wearing a shirt at all. They all had these huge six-pack abs that every guy wishes for. I just figured that were college jackasses looking for a fight.
They were gaining pretty closely, and that made me uncomfortable. I kept glancing behind me. They looked at eachother then to me and laughed. That's what I booked it out of there. I ran as fast and as hard as I could. I knew I should've paced myself. Did I not remember the story of the tortus and the hare? Eh, bullshit about bullshit! I'm in trouble! Forget those lame-brain stories right now...
"Hey you little dick," they yelled. They obviously had longer legs than me and were already five steps behind me. Goddamn these boots...
Eventually they caught me by my arms. Boy, did he have a strong grip! He shook me a little and said something that didn't seem too nice, but I was too scared to hear it. I almost went completley deaf from traffic. This was just too much. I finally knee'd him one in the nuts and he bent over, screaming like a little girl. I bolted instantly after that. There was no telling what the other two would do. Thankfully, all they did was say, "We'll jump your little punk ass next time you freak!"
"Yeah? Than come an' get me!" I yelled, knowing they wouldn't somehow. I could just feel it that they couldn't catch me. Maybe it was their stupid six-pack weighing them down. Hah.
They came running after me, yet again. I wasn't scared at all, up until I couldn't see the other one anywhere. I looked in front of me and there he was. Just waitin' for me to run into him. I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell was I to do now?! I panicked. The other guy was gaining towards me and the one in front just stood there, taking a step forward every other second. I was likely to get rolled...
I suddenly heard a roar of a motor and saw this pale-green Chevy Nova pull up. The door opened and there were three men in there. One hollered, "Hop in, kid!"
I didn't even think for one second not to. I just leaped into that Nova. I sat in the backseat next to this man in a red t-shirt. I stared down at my chest moving up and down to rapidly, I thought it might pop. I finally took in a deep breath and let it out slowly to control it.
"You alright?" the driver asked.
"I think so," I huffed. He looked awfully familiar. So did the passenger... and the guy next to me. Where did I know these people from? A punk show? I decided to just come right out and ask them, "Um, don't I know you?"
They all looked confused and shook their heads. "Don't think so," said the passenger.
"I swear I know you guys from somewhere..." I stared out the window for a minute. Then to the driver, then the passenger, then the fella sittin' next to me. I stared at the driver again... He had on this red beanie-hat. They all looked like skater/hip-hopster fellas. Then it hit me..... THEY'RE THE BEASTIE BOYS!!! I didn't want to tell them that I knew who they were. I thought I'd sound too much like a crazy fan. So I decided to keep my trap shut about it all.
"Where ya live, kid?" MCA, the passenger, asked.
"Oh, right down this block over here. Yeah, that's the one."
We turned down the block and it was then I noticed they were playing Billy Joel "Uptown Girl." I grinned at that cos I knew they listened to that. It was the strangest feeling...
When we pulled up to my ghetto-looking house, MCA stepped out and lifted the seat up. I got out and stood next to him. He was actually pretty tall. Go figure... He got back in and I leaned to them and said, "Thanks Adam," to the driver, "You're the King." I smiled in spite and shut the door, walking up to my house.