1st entrance
Another goddamn bowling alley, another twenty dollars in tips, and another number of a 'fan' penned on a cocktail napkin and slipped into his pocket. He plans on calling her, just as soon as he gets back to the motel he's staying in tonight. Tonight he's in Chandler. Or is it Casa Grande?
(He can't remember and he's already too drunk to give a shit. The motels are all the same. The women are all the same. And so are the bowling alleys.)
Bad shoulders the door to his room open, amplifier in one hand, guitar in the other.
Of course the lightswitch isn't where it should be.
"Goddamn dump, free breakfast in the morning probably nothing but pissed-in coffee and..."
This isn't his motel room.
The man standing in the doorway (guitar and amplifier still in his hands) has all the signs of being Brand New To Milliways. And will shortly have all the signs of being Very Pissed Off, if his motel room doesn't appear where it should.
tiny tag: bad blake
(He can't remember and he's already too drunk to give a shit. The motels are all the same. The women are all the same. And so are the bowling alleys.)
Bad shoulders the door to his room open, amplifier in one hand, guitar in the other.
Of course the lightswitch isn't where it should be.
"Goddamn dump, free breakfast in the morning probably nothing but pissed-in coffee and..."
This isn't his motel room.
The man standing in the doorway (guitar and amplifier still in his hands) has all the signs of being Brand New To Milliways. And will shortly have all the signs of being Very Pissed Off, if his motel room doesn't appear where it should.
tiny tag: bad blake