Kid Vicious Takes a Fall
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When you’re pushing forty and you’ve chosen the sober path for yourself, when you have a wife at home and a rambunctious nine-month-old who makes it such that you rarely (dah… never) are to be found awake past eleven o’clock at night, and when you’re avidly working on the first paunch of your life and your hairline’s way down on the scorecards in its battle with Father Time and you smell of a good two hours of accumulated adrenaline sweat, and when because of all of these things and more you feel decidedly out of place amongst the emaciated and vapid vampires of Tinseltown after dark… when you are like this, people, it is VERY hard to know where to turn when you find yourself all amped and aimless after a fucking ferocious fight in L.A. lights a candle up your ass the size of a forest fire.
Me, I’ve chosen this cafe (and when there is a DJ in the corner playing an endless thrumming ode to digital technology, can an establishment actually be called a “cafe?”) in the lobby of my unfortunate hotel, The Standard, to try and wrestle with my feelings. For now I resort to prose – maybe later I will shift to rhyme. Maybe I’ll take the mic in this joint and drop knowledge. “I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose…” I doubt I would even scratch the surface of my surroundings. Around me are gathered some of the most expensive-jeans-be-wearing motherfuckers I’ve ever seen in my life. The people who party away their lives in these ultra-fashionable hotels… they are a race unto themselves.
Another race altogether, nearer to my heart needless to say, are the men who choose to make their monthly nut with their fists and their faces, and oh did we see a prime example of their work tonight. My mind still reels, my heart still beats a little too eagerly for me to sit still. This incessant godawful house music has nothing on the beat of my heart right now.
