#kicksville

The Go Girls by Will Laurence, Monarch Books.

Cover art by Ray Johnson

"The rode the nation's highways on the way to Kicksville."

(1) the sun has yet to show its face, and bob is already up. soaking cottons, scraping bags, sniffing through the sleepers, hunting for a clue. a cough, a scratch, a stir, one awake all awake, soon on the prowl. the "FITZZ" of air, as the last drops of water, are sucked up the tube. triggering, a Pavlov's dog kind of a thing, Bob's is an uncontrollable tongue "clack". no time to find a new one. in old faithful, down with the plunger, away. back to the wall, foot on the door, being pounded by others needing to shit! "UNO MOMENTO POR FAVOR" bob cant help but laugh. till he sees himself in the mirror! (2) the group Bob belonged to is three to five strong, not counting the, first timers, only timers, the kooky and the curious, wanna bees, has beans, adrenalin junkies, posers, and sluts,who all lived in a old run down house, in the shitty, little rent, and a landlord that didn't care.besides the place is worth more as a tax dodge, and to the developers anyway.so who better to help than the "Artists", and that "Ilk"(make a profit and move out of these slums)HAA! with two old cars that worked, two drivers,, as well as three boosters in the group all extremely gifted in their craft.with what ever "PERMA ROOKIE DU JURE", that crashed on the couch, and now is urning its keep, used as a decoy.nothing like a new convert. in a army jacket, in a store, hung over,to give security a collective semi. ThIS Was THe SE uP!

(3) today, in Bob's krew, candy, a girl that sees 'herself as some some sort of segregate mother figure,to all the broken Johnny's, that got kicked out of their nest.the pink haired johnny in question,  bob as the driver.the other three members are already down the road, with their conscript.cooler and krew in bob's car, a '67 SUNBEAM ALPINE FASTBACK 2litre four, quick and nimble,well suited for the task at hand, more raille than flat track, n in rush hour traffic, that's more important! off to the 'burbs, their usual circuit, shopping centres wit grocery, n drug store combo.stakes,sliced ham, baby formula,tubs o crab n the like at the A&P cartons o, cigarettes, video tape, batteries and the like at the DART DRUG "come to the suburbs, for all your one stop shoplifting needs!" (4) candy, due to superstition, dose the first round solo, leaving bob, and johnny, to scout the parking lot,for foolish people packages, and their unlocked cars, johnny gets the picture.bob gos back to car. deeds done the three move on.the next stop a sale to young with younger, baby eats!four to six more stops, including an electronics store, to burn a credit card, "FOUND"back downtown, over bridge,left at the "NODDIN RONNY" left at the "CHOP SHOP" right past the "METHADONE CLINIC"(this time at least)THe PROJECTS!inner court yard,knocking on back door, grandmas raisin babies,glad for food cheep, on fixed income

(5) fooling them selves in justification, the groups off to their next stop, to reap sum of what they sowed.a taste under the belt, rest in the kitty, off to a "SWAP MEET",in the car park out back of the local liquor store,next to the bus depo. between the two locations, the cigarettes,tape, electronics are soon dispatched.two more quick stops and "ohm" for the "CHEMICAL ORGASM"the sun is waking others on the other side of the world,leaving us cold,a fire is started.the hole group comes together to divide it apart it was a good day, twelve stops between the two krews, eight was a score, a card or two burnt, and a coat sold no need for the second story bit tonight! time for Bob, to put a plan in action. (6) time after time,. the new johnnys get "DREAMY", to the life, and wont's to play darts, as well! monkey see monkey do! this new johnny is no exception, and no manner of persuasion, wood persuade, other wise.its no longer a matter of "if" but a matter of "when". so bob shows johnny how to do it right.(bang bang shoot shoot!)then off to a "N.A." meeting,bob tells johnny "this is your future! listen!keep coming back man!"we never saw that johnny again! (7) later that night, back at the "ohm-sted", bob surveys a party, well started, a daily occurrence.the water, on the front room table, "CARAFED", in a peanut butter jar, with peanut butter still in it!being used, to dilute, "M.S.G.", than "I.V.'d". sending the recipient into fits of reptilian consciousness,with a bright red complexion, over in the time it takes to shudder."big fun!" bob thought.he headed to the kitchen to find a body on the tiles, lifeless, with another over him, wit a needle in his arm, screaming!"GET UP!GET UP,MAN! YOU'RE FUCKIN UP ME HIGH!" doing a smart about face, bob headed for his hideaway,the crawl space under the stairs. room enough for a hammock,small chest of drawers,with a candle, spoon, matches,and works, on top of the chest.but most importantly,"A LOCK FROM THe REST Of THe WORLD!"