Fragments

"The plan for the western front is closed, sir," the clown said violently, his claws gripping my face and shoving me toward the door. "I have taken 18-pound punches, I have taken on anyone who thought they were strong. Do not question my ability to deliver, pound for pound, the best punches I have to offer. You eat when I say you eat: the day after next, two weeks, whenever."

"You look 99% like my cousin, even your mannerisms. Hey Ben, you've met my cousin Justin before, right?"
"No."

"Punch! One more for the revolution!" Brian stood up, thrusting his fist in the air.
"Oh," she said, "It's one of those."

Mary rushed out theatrically. It didn't seem to have anything to do with the senator's rally across the street.

A waitress played tug-of-war with the burnt doll's body, its head buried in a waiter's anus. I wondered who would get paid to do such things.

"Just one." He showed me to my booth, stuffing patrons unwillingly along the 2-seaters by the side.

A twinkling thought meandered through my head.

Giant burgers with a toasted bun. Just my style.

"I want my burger."
"Your wants are what destroy you," said the clown.

posted by Larry at 8:53 PM