Absinthe minded

Absinthe minded

1.
Billy wasn't too sure about the proposition that had been put to him
only seven minutes before he cracked in to his second bottle of
absinthe. 'If I was a man of honour the answer would be simple' he
muttered, coughing up a huge luger simultaneously. He had been in the
same dilemma twelve years previous but had not seen the fore mentioned
after his dubious offer. Besides he promised he wouldn't be responsible
for his actions if they met again&;#8230;

Billy stood up, he thought he was about to be sick. Stumbling forward
he caught the eye of a stranger. He was quiet short and later explained
his name was Jacko. Conversation was animated from the off, and Billy
thought about Texas Tony and the Instigators. He hadn't met anyone
since those times in London that seemed to understand the madness that
was 1989 Manchester.

Billy talked till Wednesday and Jacko was fascinated, he didn't say
much, but was very much a part of the communication. 'This is just what
I needed' Billy explained. Jacko nodded in an understanding way. 'You
see Jacko, people who weren't there just don't know what it was to don
a pair of purple dungarees. The real vibe, to just get into a field and
say 'FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU ALL, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, I'M GONNA JUST GET UP
IN YOUR FACE AN FUCK YOU!!!'

Pause

'Sorry Jacko I didn't mean to get overexcited, here let me top up your
glass, pass me that spoon'

2.
The numbness spread through Billy's face and into his neck, it had been
several hours since the floor had hit him in the face. He had told it
to stay put, but it never seemed to listen. 'Its more than a walkover'
he thought to himself 'and that lamp as well' he said as he moved the
cable from around his ankle. 'Morning Jacko' he said. 'Woof' said Jacko
and promptly puked on the carpet&;#8230;

Carlos Fandango 20/9/00