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You’ll ask if this is the truth. And you should. But if it’s
not real, then ask the more honest question. Why not?
Last night… and that’s the cue for the Traveling Wilburys
to burst through.
Osaka, Japan. Riding the Midosuji line
back from abitarockin’ at the Namba Mele. Feeling vocal chords demanding cough
drops or honey. Still in stage gear; boots in black, current Springsteen jeans,
classic Springsteen v-neck, black hoodie up, and a MD face mask to blend in
with the natives.
Before you write me as pretentious, know that in the land of
rising and crashing idol suns, the kids dress to kill generic fashion. Being an
outsider already, I opted for emulating the X-Men punks, rather than the
Supergeek or Sensitive Boys’ alter ego fashion line.
It always starts with a she. A beauty in distress. They show
you the girl before the monster to either execute that erection or… this is
more disturbing… to get you marked and set for torture porn. Well, look Elseworlds
for either. I won’t submit to popular demand. But that hasn’t stopped Pop from
beating me most times. That’s a demon
for another day.
This hyperbolical monster was one frightening 50 something
business schmuck who thought himself entitled to bust massaging a woman. I
might have been waiting my whole life since reading comics for such a clear
opportunity for justice. For that, I must apologize to the woman who helped
fulfill a sad power fantasy.
And cue bloody veng-
No I retract that apology since what followed wasn’t an exhibition of sadistic
violence. I was able to maintain control while dealing with a loser double my
age without ever throwing a directionless punch. It was a headlock that subdued
crows feet Mcgee. The rush I felt of making a dozen daydreams real… was equal
to holding a door open for anyone behind me. The only disappoint in the air
falls on the audience of that subway car. They got a free song and dance on the
rails last night.
Hopeless Romantic plug for the Bouncing Souls
After securing a seat for a woman that deserved such a small
comfort, while avoiding the wide pop eyes followed by high-speed
incomprehensible Japanese, I borrowed the slain beast’s ID and Biz card from
his Louis Vuitton.
To old guy… Evolve, or have fun looking over your shoulder.
To all the train creeps… same memo.
To you… especially the cool ones in Osaka… buy a jet black hoodie.
I used to wonder what the Darkness on the Edge of Town was…
The name’s Lyco.
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See you all underground. Someday soon… the rooftops.
