Chicken Hawks of the Ansley Grotto
Jun. 28th, 2005 02:52 pm
Took a quick dip at the community pool over at my friends apartment complex. Got scoped out by a trio of speedo wearing chicken hawks. Grandpa America was my favorite, this old gym queen giving me the once over, his leathery muscles glistening from excessive suntan oil. He was eyeballing me through his Ray Bans and smiling with teeth so white you just knew they were dentures. I can picture his pick up lines coming through his imaginary gravely voice: "Son i've had this six pack since Iwo Jima... and I can still take the rough stuff kid, as well as I can give it! Here I'll prove it to ya, go on and punch me in the gut, go on don't be a faggot, Punch Me Boy! Punch Me in my Rock hard six pack!!"
One guy actually perched himself over the ledge of the pool, gargoyle style. He leaned in as if he was ready to jump in. But instead he just watched me go from one end of the pool to the other. His gut hung over his speedo and his eyes squinted from the light shining of the hoods of the parked cars around us. Only Mr. Shouty was'nt impressed by me and my work out. He was the one barking on his cellphone to some asshole I knew was an asshole, because only an asshole would let himself be called an asshole at the top of someone elses lungs. When he was'nt shouting into the phone, he was adjusting his bananna pouch and giving it an absent minded scratch.
Well that's enough strokes and laps for one hot June afternoon!!!
Next thing I know it was off for my biweekly meeting of the Cult of the D20!! Eight of us convened around a table, seven of us put on our best imaginary personalties and the eighth got to play God! I chained smoked my way through races with death & strange tentacled faced puppet corpses. All in a days work I guess. Got home for a cold pizza dinner and a message on the machine from the Magpie. He's off to the Nether-Netherlands for much legalized chicanery. I stopped the message as he was slurring about 'what a good friend I am'. I laid in bed and enjoyed the music of a brief rain across my roof.
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on 2005-06-28 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-28 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-28 09:34 pm (UTC)will there be speedos?
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on 2005-06-28 09:55 pm (UTC)