Eat It, Monday

May 17, 2010 · 2 comments

Some days I feel like this:

Two waster kids stopped in front of Quinn, who grinned in welcome. “I haven’t had sex for ages,” Quinn said. He looked straight at the one wearing the T-shirt. “So I think I’ll fuck you first tonight.”

The waster kid snarled, and threw a punch with all the strength his inflated muscles could manage. Quinn remained perfectly still. The fist struck his jaw, just to the left of his chin. There was a crunch which could easily be heard above the traffic’s clamour. the waster kid bellowed, first in shock, then in agony. His whole body shook as he slowly pulled his hand back. Every knuckle was broken, as if he had punched solid stone. He cradled it with frightened tenderness, whimpering.

“I’d like to say take me to your leader,” Quinn said, as if he hadn’t even noticed the punch. “But organising yourselves takes brains. So I guess I’m out of luck.”

Hamilton, Peter F. The Naked God (2000, Orbit/Hatchette Book Group), p. 89.

Today is one of those days.

Quinn, by the way, is a skinny white dude in a priest’s get-up.

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Brian May 18, 2010 at 09:34

So Quinn is kinda like you then..skinny white dude that likes little boys.


niceguyted May 18, 2010 at 13:57

The waster kids were actually big guys like you.

See you tonight.


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