Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted August 30, 2005 “Oh jesh” Bruce Blank surveys the damage. He is on the grounds of what was once a thriving, albeit dirty trailer park in Mobile Alabama, but thanks to the impact of Hurricane Katrina it is now mostly mud, turned over trailers and debris. And Bruce is still hung over from Lockdown – stupid, stupid, stupid idea to drink the whole bottle. He liked to take a trophy from a beaten opponent, but he really should think before he does it sometimes So his head is hurting like there was a Frenchman living in it and his home had been shattered. He had just stepped out of his beat up Ford P.O.S. van and looked at the trailer park, he just stood there and tried to take it all in – then a thought hits him “Fang” He is worried, he throws down the cigarette he was working on and runs towards the spot his trailer used to be, right next to the rusty wreck of an old car… no the wreck of the RED rusty car, not the blue or the black or the white one. “FANG!! Where are you baby??” He starts to rummage around the debris, pushing over a broken fold out couch – the couch was actually quite dirty even before it got stuck in the mud. He looked around and kept yelling for Fang “FANG!! Come to daddy!!” Finally he hears a sound, rushes towards it and finds the tub from his bathroom overturned. He quickly lifts it off whatever was underneath and then smiles “FANG!! Daddy’s boy okay?? Bruce bends down and kisses the big alligator straight on the nose, then proceeds to check it for broken bones. “You’re alright boy, you’re alright” He pads it on the back, his pet alligator had survived. Then he looks at his stuff, there was his TV from the living room / kitchen / Dining room section. Clothes everywhere – as dirty as he left it. He almost sheds a tear when he sees his Elvis collector’s plates all smashed up. “Fang, Daddy’s gonna let you go… run free boy, run free” Fang the Gator lookesat him for a moment as if to say “are you sure” – Bruce looks the other way and tells the gator to leave “Go on now, go on” Bruce hide a tear as his gator scamperes off into the woods in search of a lake, a river or a bit of gator poontang. Then Bruce gets up, wipes his eyes with a dirty handkerchief and starts to pick up whatever he can salvage and put in the back of his pick up. “Thank god my Skynyrd CD’s are okay in their custom box” He picks up a box of CDs, he finds a tool box and several tools, roll after roll of duct tape – even a roll of toilet paper. Anything and everything he can salvage from what used to be his home. As he ties a tarp over the top of the sad remains his cell phone goes off. “Trixie I don’t have time for this” Bruce looks pissed, he was not in the mood to talk to any of his ex-wives right now. Then his expression changes. “Sorry I thought you were my ex.” --- “No you don’t sound like a woman, that’s not what I meant” --- “So where are we at this time?” --- “Indianapolis? Yeah I’ll be there” --- “I said I’ll be there, I’ll drive there I can make it by the 2nd.” --- “I know it’s over 750 miles, I got my trusty truck I’ll be there” --- “I said I’ll be there – I won’t bail on you guys” Bruce hangs up. Then he takes one last long look at the trailer park “We had some good times here… like the time we hid a dead body in Bobby-Joe’s bed, man was she pissed off… glad I divorced that bitch” Before the big lug can get too emotional he gets into the car and on the 4th try actually manages to start it. Then he pulls out of the parking lot, he would now be on the road with SWF, quite literally as he has no place else to go. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jwpeer 0 Report post Posted August 30, 2005 I love this. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted August 31, 2005 On reflection I should have named the Aligator Khan instead Bruce Blank: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!!!!!!!11!1!111!!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
