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Yesterday.

I'm cruising on my bike through the city to burn off some stress after getting home from the shit shift at the Cube Farm. I come up Ponce where at the block before Boulevard i'm suddenly propositioned by a hooker with a kids body and an old womans face. I don't get that. I mean if I had a car sure, then it's at least feasible, but i'm on a bicycle for chrissakes. What'm I gonna do lady? Have you hop on the handlebars so we can ride across the street to Zesto's for a quick milkshake and a handjob? Meanwhile check out Grandpaw Horndog over here. Leaning back in his beat up old white Cutlass, got the cheap mirrored shades on, ash white pony tail hanging from a faded baseball cap, a tan-skeletal-tattooed arm hangs out the window with a smoke that dangles from idle fingers, there's classic rock cranked on the FM as the top of a blond head can be seen to be bobbing up and down in his lap furiously. Look's like someone decided on getting himself the full service treatment. All in front of the Foodmart windows too, so both the clerks and the customers can get a full view of how Grandpaw Horndog here likes his Rifle cleaned. As i'm rocketing by this scene the blond bob shoots up suddenly into a burst of face. The womans got a bad case of Bulldog Face. Seriously the jowls of her chin practicaly flap in the wind. She must've caught me out of the corner of her eyes and paniced. She registers shock, annoyance and apathy one after the other before diving back down with a gusto.

"Guess The Early Bird Does Get The Worm, Huh?" I shout to Grandpaw before taking a left on Boulevard towards Cabbage Town. Over the shoulder I catch the dangling arm flick out the cigarette, lift up at an almost perfect 90 degree angle and shoot me the bird.

on 2007-06-19 09:02 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] daucus-carota.livejournal.com
Now I'm having images of you on your bike with an assortment of scadily-attired and fully-painted ladies of the night perched upon the handlebars... quite a humourous end to this workday, thank you very much!
xxx

on 2007-06-20 02:33 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] jackbabalon23.livejournal.com
I was once one of the dreaded Bicycle Pimps of Atlanta. A Bi-Pi (as we're called on the streets) represents his status along the Bi-Pi hierachy by how many of his Women he can fit on the handle bars.

Incidentally the record, for the Bi-Pi South Eastern regionals: Dwight "Baby Cheeks" Ballarde with an astonishing 22 women! You used a specially rigged bike whose handle bars were attached to a long wooden plank that acted as a bench.

Now you know...

Mmmmm...

on 2007-06-19 11:46 pm (UTC)
Posted by (Anonymous)
...Zestos.

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