devour rough draft Pt one
michael ryan vincent decker harrington
the king of the mob
                        of every raging aspect of the omnisphere

          Alright it seems either the original piece was deleted, or I am ditzy and dumbfounded and merely didnt post it
and since it was an unsaved free write ill have to restart
but the piece is an experiment to mock the gonzo prose style of Hunter s Thompson, a local hero of my city, well any one important in my city, but here it is

           I think the event would have been a normal occasion as it always is for us, but the whims of the mainline wouldnt let that slide, no not with the epicity and not with the drugs we were getting hold of. We were already set on eating rolls, and Nate, wearing his plain feminine grey shirt peering down to the knees of his fading south poles, tarnished since christmas, with bruised black jordans peeking out the cuffs of his jeans. Me not looking much better with a dark blue polo stripped with black tucked beneath the blue dickie button up, blue jeans and steel toe tannie boots and topped it all with a blue beanie, on a hot day at that.
           We were heading to wes's hopping to strike a deal on a ten pack of blue glocks, or at least green,(i have distaste for ex when the colors are warm, more likely to carry herion or DXM, but you really cant tell regardless, but red buddhas give bad vibes), we needed ex with effect, and the effect had to be heavy, nothing like roaming downtown louisville with a pitcher of orange juice on a love trip, hugging gang members at jefferson and maine, rescueing crucified teenagers at the skatepark, rushing them into the waterfront no holes barred dodging the crowd with angry fist then pushing the poor bastard into the river, let him float there for a few hours.
          I was ready for this fun so the journey to Wes continued and passing through the cut from my backyard into the woodwork, between the yellow poles and into the court on the end of chambers, I happened by chance to kick a pepsi into my neighbors yard, so, being the gentleman, I went over scooped it up, realizing that my neighbor is chilled in the shed with a marlboro red resting firmly in the grasp of his lips. He called us over and after the arousal of conversational evaluation I guess he saw us as two prime kids ready for the onslaught of serious drugs. His showcase included some fire fifty hundred with these golden leaves, and the crystals clearly sparkling over the buds,(this sight was frustrating, I cannot smoke because my choice to enlist in the military, so I must do every thing possible to prevent marijuana soaking into the fat cells), then he had a bag of over thirty OCs and had contacts that suppled in numbers by the thousands, if thats true, which why not, the man still gets them, sells probably thirty a day now, there was an extreme amount of tabs and perks, and the last he showed us was about over a half pound of shroomos, which was perfect for thunder work. Last year and the one before was xannax, DXM, pot, alchohal, and suppressed memories, no we didnt need that, I wanted empathy and connection, not dissociation, so we kidnapped our friend Nick, shritless shorts and full of yager, to help afford the quarter, which was a good fifty dollars, and being fat enough to support ten grams, leaving us a half quarter apiece, and the shrooms themselves were beautiful, a strange brown with delicious white strips curving around the caps, and the stems were dotted in golden speckles, then there were all white caps with golden groves that dropped wondrous flakes in bag, I think a gram would of got me, these were definatly topping the chocolates my mothers ex boy friend carried, and the mystic wet blacks with the purple rings, psylosiben was festering withen them.
             So the plan was for each of us to go home, eat a meal, regroup at Nates dads house, devour our shit and take off to downtown louisville with jus enough time to miss most of the air show, ( the air show will send any body under a heavy trip into an immediate freak out, hollering at any one around them in a manic frenzy stomping over the tents and blanquets while the locals paniced atop their coolers). I ate a tuna fish sandwich, grabbed a bag of oranges, and picked up another gram for Kenny, Nates brother in law, being the one who married the notorious wormy, a large woman with no neck and a hunchback, some would rather fuck a box of razor blades. Kenny was a good guy though, oringinally from Union City in Tenn, then moving to Monnett Missouri, hes a lean cat wearing the rural hick of the mid east.
             My first encounter with him was in Monnett, when I went with Nate to visit the family out there, the impression we made was morbidly eccentric. Nate had busted into his moms trailer twisted off the eight hour drive there with no sleep, and I lagged behind him, laughing franicly on the fact that the five by five mile town was cursed with the smell of chicken from this Tyson slaughter house up the road. Repulsed I rushed in begging from pure oxygen, and I walked into the fog of some horid capsule of Monnett reality. Kenny's drunk roaming around with Miranda clutching their love child, Denette, Nates mother, dressed in some bath robe and pjs was smoking heavily on a Cheyyane, Monetts own off brand of stale tobacco. Tiffany, another of nates siblings, was knocked on the couch snoring excruciatingly loud. I immediately laughed and blurted
             " Ive been isolated in the back of a mecury sable, waiting for the superb Monett and i wander into a backwater postcard, lets get the party started!" My shouting startles Tiff, and she awakes to see us all standing there, wondering what the comotion was about, then pepping up to enjoy the fresh company of old family across the interstate.
            " Damn yall are loud da," She got up and began hugging all of us, then layed back down, Nate, Kenny and Me decided to go outside and smoke.
            There was a large porch branching over to the door of the trailer, and as we passed around the blunt( I decided to smoke on this occasion), Nate boosted off with talk of Louisville in comparison to Monett.
           " Shit back in dis mo fucka, there aint shit ta do out here boy, nothin like Louisville." Then I came up with something like,
           " Yeah this is about the size of one our streets, shit Blue Lick would eat this place,...and still be hungry." We laughed ased the sun rised to the fresh day in Monett, Tiff was back up and we had to take her to school, Nate, Kenny, and me rode her over, banging the twelves in the car, as we scooped her friend off some street pass an annominous alley way, we began laughing histericlly at monett, I mean the whole town smelled like tyson chicken. It was classic, Nate had a semi automatic rifle on the floorboard between us and it rolled around as we zipped through the alley ways, which didnt take long at all, when we arrived we began hollering about the reason why she didnt just walk. On the way back I screamed at pedestrians.
               " You evil fucks kept Bush alive for eight years."
                " Your all getting RFIDs in your third testicles!"
              " Fuck you guys, youve done crucified Ron Paul."
               Kenny looked nervous, I started wailing on the arm rest and pointing at shit.
              " Is that city hall, about three chickens and a rooster, ya think so!" I looked back at him with the full width of my wild hazels, and began to laugh more..... anyway I've gone onto another story.....
             Now that whole families returned to kentucky to escape Denettes boyfriend, who actually took a liking to me, till me and Nate drank all his beer and stacked in a large pyramid in his room. I picked up the five dollar gram for Kenny and said he was very lucky, and if he asked for a deal like this again he would be impaled by a flyswatter. He took that vital, Nate had to make a run to McDonalds, so we hopped in the maroon sable with his babies mother, Danielle, a frigid blond whos very straight forward and honest about her opinion, with this and oppressive nagging techniques, she trots around Nate making every one of his choices an immediate crime, with no hard feelings, I realize hes a father.
          As we neared McDonalds I decided to eat my share and began to chew on them in the drive threw. This was my first mistake because I winded up tripping before everybody, and Nate noticed it.
          "Why are you eating those now?"
           " Because I can."
           " Well your riding with my mom so you need ta act straight."
          " Give me credit man, Ive braved the brutes with my own mother, so I think I can handle yours."
          " But your mom was also tripping, my mom isnt."
           " Well your mom knows were tripping, so its cool."
          But I didnt give consideration to the horrors of Denette, shes a scatter brain blond so she has multiple things racing simultaniously, there is a story about an ocassion when she was still with nates dad Rodger, on how she sold his Dodge Charger for gas money at a junkyard, I wouldnt believe it if I hadnt actually witnessed the whole family ripping her for it, including Rodger himself.
           " Bitch I loved tha fuckin car, n yo dumbass goes and sells it for motha fuckin gas money stupid bitch."
          This splintered my memory grimly after I ate the shrooms, and shes taking me to Thunder over louisville, a situation that calls for quick thinking. The whole ride I thought about emerging into thunder with her, and her loud kids, fighting the whole way to thunder while I hit it, but I snapped out and thought positive.
            Back at Nates, Nick and him ate their shrooms, well nate gave some of his up to his stepmother, Corenna, and furball. Furball was this four foot sixteen year old who ran with us, she was cool peoples, always dressed in clothes smaller than her smoking bud wit us, and Corenna, was this blond with a very low slow voice, she appeared to be in perpetual depression till she smoked. Denette began to fill us up with yager with red bull to chase along, I drank a few shots and grabbed a beer when it was time to hop into the Ford Windstar, I crawled so far back I would call it a trunk, but being a mini van it was only an open space for the cooler next to me, full of more beer, yager and red bull. Kenny was in the back, along with Angie, nates youngest and wildest sister, I expected her to be up my ass for every cigarette I lit. She was wearing this large pink shirt with jeans and a vacant expression that told me she was not excited one bit for this event. Tiffanny was on the left in the seats ahead of us and next to her was Angies blond friend Halee, I could feel tension in the car, Tiff an angie were already giving each other the evil eyes.
             We followed Nate to the gas station and remained stationary for nearly twenty minutes, and the phylosiben was takin over the alchohal and after moments due alcohal became in effective as it always does, so I began to tip down beer to keep cool, Kenny eyed me suspiciously.
"ey taka it easy on my beer." His dribbling character began to transition into a foriegn horizon, his goofish outline appealed twice as sharp as his face seemed gloated with guard for his beer.
" Take it easy sharpskin, ill keep your beer under control."
          The words combined with my hellish tone jolted him and Angie at once, and caused one of those heavily aqward introspective silences where everyone ponders the last words that where said. Even I was lost, maybe I snapped a little hard on the poor boy he was sitting quietly now, and at this moment I noticed a familiar Dodge Intrepid pull into the gas station. It was my boys Devin and Timmy on their way to thunder, probably accompaning Chris and Black Nate, I got excited and wanted to go with them and get out of this blosomming nightmare in the back of the van, but the car sarted and we were off following the sable.
           As I suspected, Angie and Tiff were on eachother, so the car echoed with this excruciating noise that disrupted every thing.
" No Tiffany, your ah fuckin bitch you fa fuckin whore I'll beat your ass cunt."
" Oh hell no you didnt."
" I did you fuckin biiittch, i wa fuck you up yo bronze shit eater."
" I dont eat shit angela."
" Its Angie hoe bitch stanky as whore fuckin cunt shit liquor."
            Angie was practiclly in Tiffs face and now Tiff seemed scared, and keep in mind Angies twelve to Tiffs fifteen, and usually Id break it up, but it seemed as oppurtunity for moble entertainment, till it became nerve wrecking and I became paralyzed with the fear.
we pulled off to Blue lick for a side track....
THE END OF PART ONE
              
             
         

       I offer my time when there is time to offer, like now I am offering this measly response to the writers block entries, because the ones behind me are in the living room, wasting their own time with television fantasies. Coincidently I jus mowed this women's grass today free of charge, well not really free, I owed it to from past favors shes given to me. As for charity I really dont have any money, but withen my group of friends I will give any thing they need as long as I have, I'm not feeding cambodian sweat shop workers, but Im offering what I can to the ones around me, and they take care of me as well, and with that benevolence I think is the mutual bond of friendship, along with the situations, and personnal aspects we share as people.

 my transition towards epicity, or simply when I began living above all obstacles of average life
and began to make shit kick for others and me as well, and I did this when I took up the responsibility
of the poet, and observed everything and delivered it towards the faces who embraced and resented it, and
here I began to manipulate life in general