Date: Wed, 22 Nov 1995 05:33:15 -0700
Title: Holiday Preparations

On the 10X10 hardwood dancefloor Big John is fighting for his life.  He has
3 maybe 4 swinging, kicking, flailing people trying to pull him down.  They
are on him like remoras clinging to a great white shark during feeding frenzy.
One of the combatants crashes a chair across BJ's back but BJ simply reaches
out, swings around and grabs the wrist of the little fellow and flings him
into the juke box, creating a howling screech from all the loudspeakers in the
place.  Two more attackers are skidded across the dance floor and crash into
and under tables and chairs and people.
Someone yells "gun!  GUN! OH, shit..."
Everyone dives for the floor and only Big John and a
5'4" buzz-cut frail sprat shakey kid pointing a gun, remain standing.
The pimple-faced kid stands full-face to BJ, holding the gun at arms length,
pointing it at BJ's black, bearded face in which dark eyes shine
menace violence maddness anger and yet restraint
and the child shakes sweats wets himself
and oh how he didn't wanna pull this piece but too late too late
dad said kill or be killed
and this is what he meant this right now this piece
and this gigantor black pissed-off buzz kill
or be killed pull it!  pull off on this fucking insult
to the good name of Yamaha
buy a Japanese
kill this American
dad said it, whispered it to me while I was asleep

Big John gently reaches toward the kid, palm up and quietly through his
teeth through his black beard, rasps dry voiced words,
"C'mon kid.  Give it up.  Pull off on me or not, you're dead anyhow, man..."
A blur of action, left jab rightcross, gun flies away
kid's down like a ragdoll suddenly unmoving maybe dead but no one cares
right this second.

Big John looks around, within a couple steps retrieves his large leather
vest. Nottoofast or nottooslow but just exactly at the right pace,
exits.

17 seconds pass and the sculptured sounds of a '65 sporty Hog tune the
night.  BJ's destination is Horse Tanks, for a Turkey Day desert delight,
and Jake's cookin'.

*rem.o.ra \'rem-*-r*\ \-r*d\ n [L, lit., delay, fr. remorari to delay, fr.
re- + morari to d]elay - more at MORATORY 1: any of several specialized
fishes (of Echeneis and related genera) having the anterior dorsal fin
converted into a suctorial disk on the head by means of which they cling to
other fishes and to ships 2: HINDRANCE, DRAG - rem.o.rid aj.

*sprat \'sprat\ n [alter. of ME sprot, fr. OE sprott] 1: a small European
herring (Clupea sprattus) closely related to the common herring; also : a
small or young herring or similar fish (as an anchovy) 2: a young, small,
or insignificant person.


This day is on it's way
to a holiday.
May it be a safe on!
later,
d.




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