Post by Hatchet Gully on Jan 23, 2021 12:40:47 GMT
They say home is where the heart is. At the moment their transient hearts are in between motels and home is turbulent.
"Oi, I am not havin' this convo again. I told you that it was out of my hands. 'Ow was I supposed to know that this lunatic would do that?"
Hatchet goes out into the parking lot and turns around to close the door as A$hley almost steps right into him but she stops herself.
"That was a big shot to take down one of these new motherfuckers, get real loud and attract attention. It could have been mine. This whole company."
"Alright, alright, you don't have to take my 'ead off over it. Besides we got the next match to think about."
"Yeah? Who with?"
"That Johnny Dorn guy."
Hatchet Gully sighs and then nods.
"Easy, I'll just take him out quick."
A$hley hurries up next to get next to him.
"I'd be careful if I was you. You don't know the type of things those guys can do when drunk. You ever 'eard of the term 'White Boy Wasted?' It was invented for guys like 'im."
"Don't bother me none."
"Oh yeah? You don't even drink much. Bit of an oddity really.”
Hatchet shrugs.
"You gotta be in the zone at all times. You never know when it will pop off. Don’t mean I can’t relax. Let my guard down sometimes."
“Yeah only wiv me."
"Best thing for it is the moonshine. The tv showed how it’s done in the woods. Inside we had to use what we could. The guys used to take some fruit or hand sanitizer-"
He stops as A$hley recoils.
"You wot?"
"Chill out, girl. It was just to get to the alcohol."
"YA WOT?!"
"Where else you do it in secret? You work with what you got. Salt separates the chemicals and you can get the pure alcohol from it. Or you get those canned fruits, add sugar, and leave it.You let it rest and after a while you got some shit that would fuck you up nice. Some guys can't really handle their shit and you really saw that on this stuff. One day this white boy called Toon takes in a few cups of this shit. A couple of hours later we see him scooping out his cellie's eye with his sandal and eating it."
A$hley is dead quiet and he looks off into the distance.
"You ever get like that?"
Hatchet looks at her and stares into her eyes for a long time but she can tell he is off into his own memories, staring more through her than at her.
"Nah."
"Fuckin' 'ell."
"I drink to get fucked up. Ain't no other purpose for it out there. Some drink to get rid of their problems. People believe it makes you invincible. Nothing fun about it after is it? Realization's a bitch. I’m here because of my problems. No need to forget who you are.
"Survived its first few shows, innit?"
"Right. So we'll ride this shit into whatever it brings us. Maybe that dumbass owner got enough luck to make something outta this. Now Dorn got it all wrong. This fool ain't gonna come correct 'cause his goals are all muddled up in a haze. He out there drinking and acting invincible. He don’t believe that drinking is the thing bringing him those problems he drinks to forget."
A$hley whistles.
"A vicious cycle, bruv."
"I got my focus. I keep my eye on the goal. I need to fight. Last time it wasn't my business so I let it be. Now I'm up first so there ain't nothin' that is gonna stand in my way. I'm staring that fool down and showing him his problem. He got me in front of him ready to beat him into oblivion. That's where those Chads end up. Toon ended up in psychiatric sedated 24/7. People like Dorn? They get washed up when their brains turn to mush. The fun and games were back in the frat. Once you leave college? You gotta face life. I don't think he can face me in that ring like a real man. That is why I'm gonna win.”
"I get it. That's tough, luv. But I'm knackered. Do you want to head to a pub or something?
Hatchet looks around facing his reality and figures it is something that is worth forgetting for now. He nods and follows her.
"Oi, I am not havin' this convo again. I told you that it was out of my hands. 'Ow was I supposed to know that this lunatic would do that?"
Hatchet goes out into the parking lot and turns around to close the door as A$hley almost steps right into him but she stops herself.
"That was a big shot to take down one of these new motherfuckers, get real loud and attract attention. It could have been mine. This whole company."
"Alright, alright, you don't have to take my 'ead off over it. Besides we got the next match to think about."
"Yeah? Who with?"
"That Johnny Dorn guy."
Hatchet Gully sighs and then nods.
"Easy, I'll just take him out quick."
A$hley hurries up next to get next to him.
"I'd be careful if I was you. You don't know the type of things those guys can do when drunk. You ever 'eard of the term 'White Boy Wasted?' It was invented for guys like 'im."
"Don't bother me none."
"Oh yeah? You don't even drink much. Bit of an oddity really.”
Hatchet shrugs.
"You gotta be in the zone at all times. You never know when it will pop off. Don’t mean I can’t relax. Let my guard down sometimes."
“Yeah only wiv me."
"Best thing for it is the moonshine. The tv showed how it’s done in the woods. Inside we had to use what we could. The guys used to take some fruit or hand sanitizer-"
He stops as A$hley recoils.
"You wot?"
"Chill out, girl. It was just to get to the alcohol."
"YA WOT?!"
"Where else you do it in secret? You work with what you got. Salt separates the chemicals and you can get the pure alcohol from it. Or you get those canned fruits, add sugar, and leave it.You let it rest and after a while you got some shit that would fuck you up nice. Some guys can't really handle their shit and you really saw that on this stuff. One day this white boy called Toon takes in a few cups of this shit. A couple of hours later we see him scooping out his cellie's eye with his sandal and eating it."
A$hley is dead quiet and he looks off into the distance.
"You ever get like that?"
Hatchet looks at her and stares into her eyes for a long time but she can tell he is off into his own memories, staring more through her than at her.
"Nah."
"Fuckin' 'ell."
"I drink to get fucked up. Ain't no other purpose for it out there. Some drink to get rid of their problems. People believe it makes you invincible. Nothing fun about it after is it? Realization's a bitch. I’m here because of my problems. No need to forget who you are.
"Survived its first few shows, innit?"
"Right. So we'll ride this shit into whatever it brings us. Maybe that dumbass owner got enough luck to make something outta this. Now Dorn got it all wrong. This fool ain't gonna come correct 'cause his goals are all muddled up in a haze. He out there drinking and acting invincible. He don’t believe that drinking is the thing bringing him those problems he drinks to forget."
A$hley whistles.
"A vicious cycle, bruv."
"I got my focus. I keep my eye on the goal. I need to fight. Last time it wasn't my business so I let it be. Now I'm up first so there ain't nothin' that is gonna stand in my way. I'm staring that fool down and showing him his problem. He got me in front of him ready to beat him into oblivion. That's where those Chads end up. Toon ended up in psychiatric sedated 24/7. People like Dorn? They get washed up when their brains turn to mush. The fun and games were back in the frat. Once you leave college? You gotta face life. I don't think he can face me in that ring like a real man. That is why I'm gonna win.”
"I get it. That's tough, luv. But I'm knackered. Do you want to head to a pub or something?
Hatchet looks around facing his reality and figures it is something that is worth forgetting for now. He nods and follows her.