One postcard and two desecrated postcards

Here's a cool asian postcard two desecrated ones done on an evening of typical CHRNX times. Enjoy... 

Thompson part 5

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Tales from Tom the drunk hustler part 9

Moving on

Pat broke up with his long time girlfriend Pam

The next day he met this new girl

Terry a tiny blonde girl with sexy green eyes

She was driving us crazy

She was so damn hot

Worst of all she knew it

There`s nothing worst than a man or woman

Who knows they`re gorgeous

i.e desirable

or as we commonly say… fuckable

their ego becomes increasingly bigger

definitely not better

nastiness steps in

then the diva complex

Terry was not into dives

She had too much class for that

We started hanging out downtown

Especially on Crescent street

If you`ve ever been to Montréal

Crescent street is the hip area

Hip my ass

Expensive like hell

The place for wannabees

You know the type

Pretending to be in

Or hip

Which almost rimes with shit

 Pretentious fucking douchebags

With their anorexic

Skeleton look a like girlfriends

Worthless human garbage

Anyways

Back to our story

We where in a back alley

Smoking up

Just to get a cheap feel

Before going anywhere

And like most of the times

I`m the one who finishes the doobie

I`m flying in my brain

Weightless

And free spirited

Where you guys want to go Pat asks?

Thurdays Terry says with a commanding tone

I think it was Thursdays or Tuesdays

I`m not sure which one

Yeah I think it was Thursdays

We go in

And wouldn`t you know it

There`s a cover charge

Five dollars

Christ!

How much are they gonna charge for a beer?

I`m thinking

The bouncer is a six foot nine monster

He has a this thick black moustache

He looks like one of the guys from Village People

The construction fellow with a moustache

Except you don`t want to fuck with him

My turn to pay

I give him ten dollars

Waiting for me change

Well thank you kind sir

Now he thinks I`m tipping him

Motherfucker

I don`t want to fight him

I`m too stoned plus I`m  really thirsty

I probably made his day

It`s not easy being a bouncer

Dealing with assholes all night

You could get stabbed

Or maybe shot

Someone could beat you up

You never know what to expect from subhumans

Expect the unexpected

Indeed

Let`s see

There`s the bar

The dancefloor

A couple of places to sit down

What the…

NO POOL TABLE!!!

Means I have to pay for me drinks

Dammit!!!

Lookee here

There`s a Pac Man videogame

Pac Man

Eight bit fucking entertainment

I`m feeling kinda spaced invaders myself

Then I notice the music

It`s so damn loud

Commercial top twenty crap

Commercial dance floor oriented shit

Soon I realize

I don`t fit in

I`m the only one

Wearing jeans

Black leather cow boy boots

And a Gang Of Four t-shirt

No wonder folks are starring at me

Well the hell with that

I came here to drink

And drinking I will do

I sit near the bar

Can I get you something to drink?

I turn around to answer the waitress

She`s a tall, slinky brunette

With high heels, wearing a black mini-skirt

She`s simply amazing

Now I know why I came here

Are you gonna order something ?

Or are you gonna spend the evening staring at my legs ?

I`ll just concentrate on your ass

What?

Nothing

I`ll have a pitcher of beer

We don`t serve those here

I`ll have a big Budweiser

We don`t sell big beers

Gimme a Budweiser please

Sure thing

Here`s your beer

It`s five dollars

I gave her six dollars

She takes the money

Looks at me like I`m fucking Scrooge

Or something

Then leaves

And I`m thinking

At Pizza Plaza

Or any other dive

For six dollars

I get a pitcher of beer

I give the waiter a dollar tip

And he`s happy

This is going to be an expensive evening

Where are my friends?

Let`s see

Pat and Terry

Are necking on the dance floor

Chris

Where the hell is he?

Well, well, well

Wouldn`t you know it

There`s no poker machines here

Chris found something to play with

Motherfucking Pac Man

Hey Chris what`s up ?

Nothing much Tom

Playing a game

Having a Bud

True

Can I play a game with you?

Sure thing Tom

Wait until I`m done

No problem my man

I light up a smoke, have a swig

Another one

And another one

I just finish me Bud

I`m going to get myself a beer Chris

Could you get me another Bud?

Sure thing

I pay this round

And you pay the next one

That cool with you Chris?

We got ourselves a plan

Here`s your Bud

Thanks

Now let`s play some Pac Man

Let me start

Fucking shit man

I get killed on the first level

I must have played

A good solid twenty seconds

Chris has been playing

For about two minutes

He`s doing level six now

And look at him go

This is getting boring

There`s no challenge here

Being the consummate gambler

I need to bet on something

Gets my heart pumping

Keeps the adrenaline running

Chris I have an idea

The one who loses the game

Has to chug down his beer

Well alright Tom

Let`s go

Unfortunately, I lose

Well c`mon Tom

Chug, chug, chug

Done deal

Hey Chris

You`re paying this round

Let me get the beer

Here you go Tom

Ice cold Bud just for you

And one for me as well

I lost last game so it`s my turn to start

Go ahead

I reach level eight

And my little Pac Man gets killed

Pat reaches level two

And he`s dead

I win for God sakes

C`mon Chris

Chug, chug, chug

A couple of more games

And we`re both drunk as skunks

When you`re poor

And when the alcohol is expensive

You either gamble for beer

Or learn

To chug properly

Without getting sick

We`re both masters in the drinking game

I gotta take a leak

I get up

I slip and fall on my ass

I`m so drunk

I`m in pain but I can`t feel a thing

A big hand grabs my shoulder

Lifts me up

I think you`ve had enough to drink

Let me show you the exit

The fresh air will do you good
Hey asshole

Leaving me alone

I get thrown on the floor

Lose my glasses

I pick them up

Put them on

Oh shit

Chris is fighting with the guy

He doesn`t  stand a chance

He`s just toying with him

I jump on the bouncer

Miss my shot and land on a wooden table

Then I crash on the floor

Shit my ribs hurt

Someone grabs me by the neck

And throws me head first outside

I crash on me ribs again

I turn around

Christ gets thrown out head first too

Unfortunately

He lands on his bad left knee

He`s in pain, screaming

I never want to see you morons here again

Growls the bouncer

We slowly get up

Feeling like shit

Looking like shit

My Gang Of Four t-shirt is torn apart

I`m spitting little chunks of blood

Chris is limping

His bad left knee

Feels even worst now

Therer`s people in line

Waiting to go in

They`re all starring at us

Let`s get the fuck outta this scene Chris snarls

Wanna share a cab?

Sure thing

We`re on St-Catherine street

Trying to find a cab

It`s like one o`clock in the morning

Or something
Finally

A brown Chevrolet stops by

The driver seems to be puzzled

By our odd appearances

What happened to you guys?

Well. Chris says

I interrupt him rapidly

An asshole tried to mug us

Bad mistake

Ok well …

I show him my wallet full of cash

I`ve got enough money

To pay for the ride

Don`t I?

Off course you do

Will you gentlemen please step inside

My humble cab

Cocksucking bastard I`m thinking

Another motherfucking Smithers

Smithers  I want you to blow me off

With or without a condom sir?

Without one

I`m feeling desperate tonight

Yes sir

I`m on my way sir

Excellent

Smithers

Yes sir

Remove your glasses

So I`ll give you some of my

Special brand

Of geriatric hand lotion

Yes sir

Excellent

Keep at it

And I won`t downsize your job

Yes sir

Excellent

Christ the world is full of those

Tom are you sleeping?

No my man I was just thinking

About what?

We got our asses kicked

Right

Where were Pat and Terry?

They`re probably

Still necking on the dance floor

Put it this way

Next time we meet Pat

He`s got some

Serious explaining to do

Damn straight

Here`s my stop

Goodnight Chris

Night Tom.