When the Music's Over
"Oh my Gaaawd, Grody! You're so Grody!" Polly exclaimed as she pushed Grody away from her. Grody staggered back and landed on his ass on the well worn porch, chunks of spittle flying from his mouth. When he looked up, Polly's boyfriend, Sick, was standing by her side. Sick leaned down and picked up Grody by the collar and held him against one of the porch collumns and smashed him in the mouth with his huge, tatooed fist. Out flew another one of Wino Grody's teeth. He could feel his face start to swell and couldn't keep the tears from welling up and falling down his spit encrusted bloody face where they fell onto his summer dress making long auburn stains.
Polly was clearly upset. "Come now, can't we all just get along?" Polly said as she pulled on Sick's flannel sleved arm. Sick looked disgusted, spit on Grody, and said ,"this guy is just a creep. I can't believe you let him know where we live."
Polly was clearly upset. "Come now, can't we all just get along?" Polly said as she pulled on Sick's flannel sleved arm. Sick looked disgusted, spit on Grody, and said ,"this guy is just a creep. I can't believe you let him know where we live."