Patton Lee Beaugus | December 1, 2010 4:45pm
Parties to go to with chicks who won’t know you. Upchucking out in the snow. Slush in your new shoes. Memories of bad news from holidays long ago
Let's descend into Hell's Kitchen where we left our hero, me, in Rudy's Bar at the point where Gun-Molly and the two members of her 'singing group' had me so confused that I went a record 21.24 seconds before taking another sip of beer — with my mouth open, even.“We’re making a Christmas album,” said Molly in such a bright happy cheery voice I knew she must be lying, but I couldn’t figure out about what.
"For grownups." added Vinnie, "if we ever get it done." “Vinnie sings the title song, 'The Most Wonderful Time For A Beer'.”
“For a beer?” I thought I'd heard wrong when Molly said it before. But it seemed I hadn't.
It went something like this. In fact, exactly like this. And I know because it's on my computer in a file called 'ohfck_im_in_deep_shit'.
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After listening to his lyrics, I thought this guy could sure benefit from some happy pills in his Christmas stocking. And I just happened to know a guy at the other end of the bar who could provide them along with other Christmas treats. “Awesome” said Molly, giving him a big hug that made me wish I could sing. "I think it could crossover, too. Multi-dimensional gold-press-latinum."
“When are we going to put them out?” Vinnie asked.
“After the job’s done.” said HiTone, “I think Louie wants to wait on everything until the next holiday season and go full out transdimensionally”
“Next year! I don't want to wait for next year,” chirped Molly.
“You never do,” said HiTone. "You're the only person I've ever heard of with a damn time fetish.
"I could upload the songs from here. Right now."
I suddenly smelled a cigar as a wide-bodied guy was now standing by the table. He looked directly at Molly as he blew a cloud of smoke across the table directly into the pretty girl’s face.“That would be an extremely short-sighted decision, Miss Walsh.”
Molly’s confidence seemed to disappear in the smoke.
“Extremely short-sighted.”
I wanted to tell him that there’s no smoking in here, but he didn’t look like a guy who could take constructive criticism.
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