junk.rat

hot babes in the city

arriving home from work, with bags of hot greasy dinner, i hear horrible music-like noises grinding out of my closed up garage. it was like everyone was playing someone elses instrument. and then started playing two different songs at the same time. i kicked the garage door, told them that they sucked and they’d better open up the door or there’d be no dinner.
depriving them of food is one of the only useful threats i seem to have these days
zakk grabs a bag of food and we walk into the house, weaving through the drum kit and the guitars. frank, zakk’s friend, is bringing up the rear. in slo-o-o-ow motion. he gets into the kitchen and says “WOW. you just missed three of the hottest babes EVER, walking down the street!” i roll my eyes. the ‘walkers’ in our neighborhood consist mainly of moms and dads taking advantage of the cooler evening air.
“uh-huh. we have a lotta hot babes walkin’ around THIS neighborhood, frank…” grinning, i watch as zakk tries to crane his neck around the door to catch a glimpse.

and then frank says, matter-of-factly… “well, they had BOOBS, didn’t they?”