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Nick Twisp and the New Fangled Western
Author:
uberbudgie
So, I was Nick Twisp from the book
"Youth in Revolt", only in a full leather
suit that looked like something Johnny
Cash might wear. I looked like a young
Johnny Dep and had a Dirty Harry gun
and was with Malcolm McDowell, who
was wearing his costume from A Clockwork
Orange, who had a cane as well as a
Dirty Harry gun.
We were in this weird little town that looked
cross between the Pike Place Market in
Seattle; Carson City, Nevada; and the
scenery in Sergio Leone movies. The
booths at the market were selling dusty
feather boas and pvc fetishwear. Two
supersized and very expensive looking
sex workers with bright magenta
eyeshadow were eyeing us as we went
through the stores looking for Shawni.
Shawni has my wallet and we're looking
for Shawni but she's not there.
Then we had to catch the train but when
we got to the station, we found out that
the engineer had sold the train for scrap
to buy the exotic imported train set he
was playing with in the ticket office.
It went wall to wall with all sorts of weird
levers, and the cars were filled with pricey,
viscous, aromatic, bath gels, overflowing
the sides of the cars like honey from a
serving spoon.
He was very frightened; no one knew his
secret when we bust in on him. Said if
we didn't back off he'd press the button
and send us to another dimension.
Found my wallet on a bench in the ticket
office stuffed with coupons for fishsticks,
otherwise the way I'd last seen it.
He pulled the lever anyways but nothing
happened. Then he was really scared.
The walls of the ticket office fell down
and there was confetti everywhere.
I was so very bored by the situation that
I walked off into the hills by myself and
realized I'd left my gun in the ticket office
about the time I woke up. Malcolm was
screaming the words from an In Sync
song, purposfully out of tune, and doing
that Caligula dance to try to get my
attention behind me.
Fish Market
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