>WE ARE THE ONES ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE!

>

>I WILL START:

>

>10) What do you want? (all of it. cough it up.)

 

radio-controlled poon, a free lifetime supply of good tasting beer

with no calories that doesn't fuck up your liver; the receptionist at

my dentist's office across a glass table from me in stacked-deck strip

poker game; a goddam good deal on a 40 or so foot flatbed gooseneck

cargo trailer; an invite to a garden party featuring shirts and skins

Combat Jarts between bleached-blond middle-aged red pants suit and

horn-rimmed fake turtle shell glasses-wearing female real estate

agents and recently run out of respectable neighborhoods sex-offender

parolees, lawn flamingoes made out of pastrami and shitfaced Navaho

referees with whistles in their asses; a Scarab with blown twin 454's

and a fiberglass winged-victory-style Nixon figurehead with acrylic

beads of sweat on his upper lip; eyeballs staring back at me from

underneath city storm sewer grates; and finally, something, ANYTHING,

that was EVERYTHING you expected it to be and STILL was that after you

got it.

 

-lurch