L&L is a second hand dealer that purchases insurance write offs
from the scrap yards. With a few ingenious methods they somehow fix
these fatal wrecks with excessive amounts of putty, reinforced chains
and heavy detergents. The last scratches are hidden under a thick layer
of polish wax and chips are blotted away with nail polish. Road worthy
certificates are easily arranged with a case of whisky and a night at
some Russian lady lounge that always promises lipstick smeared orgasms.
The salesmen are gold teeth brokers from hell and sell these wheeled
coffins at a profit margin of at least 200% a unit. Everybody is
approved every time and even the blacklisted customers get credit with a
ridiculous payment plan that can never be honoured. The pride of the
lot is the repossession team that looks like a cross between the
Universal soldier and the terminator. Fierce chinned Uzbekistan chaps
that break down doors and crack kneecaps to return property to the
lawful owner called Spider.
Spider was the local Russian Mafia that ruled main road and had
territory marked off from Maitland station to Woodstock plaza. Dealings
in pawnshops, second hand furniture stores and a few other illegal
ventures made him a fast millionaire in these cut throat parts of the
city. He had a huge collection promotional coffee mugs that he
displayed conspicuously and once cut of his tea ladies ear when she
made coffee in one of the mugs displaying the queen on it.
That tea lady was my mother and she felt no gratitude when he
surgically planted her ear back on her block. One day she mixed epoxy
glue cement and sedatives in his porridge and somehow this concoction
completely disabled him to helpless watch mommy in silence with a
crossbow:
This is what she said:
"You wasted my man in one of your bars one evening when he spilled
vodka on your trouser and you killed one of my children with your
drugs. Let me read you one of his poems just before he overdosed. "
Hard Streets
Heroic Crusader thoughts
Fantasizing the libido chest
Walk the ghetto
Find your dragon
Smoke it or knife it
Find your princess
Pay for her or beat it
Nothing is stranger than fiction
on the hard streets
She looked at him and started reciting squirming Spider's last rites:
Judgement is coming to all you and there will be a gnashing of teeth
and those who do not have teeth will be issued with teeth but by the
wrath of god there will be gnashing."
"Die !" and she shot him.
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