Syposium

Wednesday, August 1 2007

Three men sat in the cabin of the industrial van. Four, if you count the monkey. There was Jimmy at the wheel who held a dildo and grinned a maniacal grin as he waved it around, touching the other two men with it and exclaiming :

“I’m just kidding! It’s not real!”

Next to Jimmy sat Carlos. Carlos had a swastika carved into his forehead in the Charles Manson position. It eerily juxtaposed the manicured moustache and goatee he wore. A long cigarette holder was perched between his lips and he sucked hard to inhale the smoke of his clove cigarette. He chuckled briefly before staring at Jimmy with a fierce glare.

“Stop cutting me with your tiny pie cutter!” He screamed.

“I like pie.” offered Jimmy.

Next to Carlos sat Dodgy Ricky with the gorilla neck. He was the oldest and wore his hair and moustache like Adolf Hitler. The only discrepancy between this man and the aforementioned German Dictator of yore, cosmetically at least, was the fact that where his hair was combed over neatly and weighted down with old hair gel, it had been let to grow long and almost touched his shoulder. Mojo the monkey sat on this shoulder, amid a curtain of slick hair and chirped, scratching at his own cheek. Dodgy Ricky with the gorilla neck sat silently with an impotent expression of contemplation on is old face.

What the fuck am I doing here? He thought. And why are my pants damp?

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