8:00 pm Isabella's
I walked into what appeared to be a friendly place with a very distinct smell...well actually it wasn't really friendly at all. it was full of bikers and hoodlums! Any way I felt that I was in a safe place, away from any one who could possibly follow me. The clangs of bottles rang through the air as the fog of cigarette smoke thickened through its own travel. "May I have some milk please, with extra cream, and a side of cheese please?" An angry looking man wearing a beret' and several tattoos grumbled said, "You tryin to be funny boy?" "Certainly not!" I replied "Good dairy is nothing to jest about!" he eyed be curiously and laughed "HA HA, well thas' a mighty odd accent yer got ther but a recon yeh fit right in. Welcome to Isabella's Cafe! My name is Filthy McNasty but some people like to call me Strange Pier on account of this here beret' I like to wear. Have a man's drink ye jokester and feel yer inner parts burn!" I thanked the man kindly and took the brown liquid he handed me, I decided to leave it on the bar and come back to it, after a little investigation my surroundings I gasped to see woman wearing very little clothing dancing around men in the bar like harlots on on vacation! I eventually went back to my drink in order to avoid being rude to my new found friend. I took a swig and started to feel my inner parts burn when a strange sensation came over me. I feel as if I could do anything! Why I could even fly! By this time my brain felt extremely fuzzy, as if it were working at lightening speed! I should really fly! I know I could by George! I then proceeded to mount the bar, and stretch my wings out as far as I possibly could! It twas brilliantly done! I could feel my innards burning for more! Suddenly a man in far too many scarves and sparkles stood up. Several people turned their heads in excitement but not at me, the man seemed to be a famous knight of some sort. "Pink Floyd I love you!" one of the indecent whores shouted. The sparkly man approached me. "You look like a dumb ass, Get down." he looked like a ghostly angel full of sound and fury. "Your orange face does not scare me fellow!" I yelled. "Just get down Jack Ass." he reached out his hand, this Ghostly figure was so fabulously dressed I was sure he must be an apparition. "Come to me oh mighty spirit!, Envelope me in your snappy fashion and cool laid back demeanor. Lord Don't fail me now!" I leaped through the air and I swear it was as if all the beauty in the world could not describe that moment "SAVE ME SPARKLY JESUS!" Screams rang out everywhere...that's about all I can remember, for I fear the fabulous spirit did not save me...or make me fly. Perhaps I will not drink from cups made by bar men wearing berets.
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