PT Loren
Waiting for a bus. I’m standing on the “safe side” of the sidewalk, about 20-30 centimeters from the window of this bar behind me and about two meters in front of me, on the “danger side” of the sidewalk, by the street, there is this dude smoking a cigarette. Looks like a ****-brand, I happen to have the eyesight of a hawk!
“Sure PT, just hold on to your contact lenses and WATCH that you don’t get your toes violated by the street maintenance pick-up truck approaching on the sidewalk from the left, that’s all you need to be concerned about! Besides, the guy has his back turned on you, can you tell the brand of his cigarette from the cloud of smoke or something?!”
“I can see the pack in his pocket, you d*ck!”
“What did you just say?! Who are you calling a d*ck!?”
“Well, you, you d*ck!!”
Wait a second, why am I calling myself a d*ck? Hmm...uhhh, here comes my bus! Saved by the bus:)! Damn, unfortunately it’s just “a” bus, not “the” bus, but I think it’s “the” bus for the guy in front of me since he accelerates “the” cigarette smoking.
The dude smoking a cigarette
Here comes my bus, hurray!
I take the one last puff from the cigarette and adjust my fingers for a Hollywood-style thumb/middle finger –toss. I make a cool upper body 180 turn and...hmmm, is that gas on the sidewalk?? The brain has no time to react, the command is still “Toss! Toss!”
PT Loren
It’s winter, but for one reason or another there is a window open on this bar behind me. It’s a rock music bar but weirdly enough, there is no rock music sounding from the inside, they probably have a jukebox that is just temporarily out of coins.
The pick-up truck just drove by about 3-4 seconds ago leaving me with a certain feeling of nostalgia since I too used to drive one of those street maintenance units for a living some years back.
...But NOT one leaking gas!
The dude smoking a cigarette
This is one of those very long seconds in life, I just tossed the cigarette and looks like it’s gonna go straight into the stream of gas!
The time sort of stops right there. *Cut!*.
And then starts moving again in slow motion. *Action!*
In this slow motion -motion, I can see my cigarette going for the kill, perfectly well knowing that there is not a god damn thing in this world that can stop it anymore!
PT Loren
The bus arrives->the guy in front of me takes one last puff from his cigarette, turns around and...
WOOSH!! The stream of gas instantly sets on fire and as the flames start eating their deadly way towards the leaking gas tank of the pick-up truck someone inside the bar inserts a coin into the jukebox and selects a heavy metal –song, a LOUD heavy metal –song! FIRE!! FIRE!!!
The two guys in the pick-up truck
“...Oh no you didn’t, man, no you didn’t!!? You just slaughtered them like that?” laughs out the guy in the passenger’s seat with his voice full of admiration.
“I sure did Johnson, I sure did! I gave it to them real good!” replies the driver with a big, happy smile on his face and continues “And afterwards I went to this other place to shoot some more...*Pool...hmmm, what are those people at the bus stop waving and shouting for...?* OUT OF THE CAR JOHNSON, OUT OF THE CAR RIGHT NOW!! THE ETERNAL DREAMS OF DYNAMITE, THE HELLOS OF HELLFIRE, THE TOKENS OF THUNDER AND THE DARTS OF DESTRUCTION ARE HEADING THIS WAY!!!”
And out they jumped, Johnson and the poet. In the nick of time. Boom.
