Coffin Surfer 0 Report post Posted July 17, 2006 Leaving the heavily fortified liquior store, he hastily starts the short walk home. Unable to clinch his thirst anymore, he impatiently uncaps the bottle and brings the bag to his mouth. He downs the burning fluid in huge gulps, a rare moment of joy in his otherwise uneventful life. The sound of police sirens startles him but it's only momentary. "How can jail be any worse than this?" he reasons. The police car blindly speeds by and he can't help but feel a little disappointed. "Hey!" screams the alien voice of a child. Not having any friends let alone knowning any kids, he pays no mind to the voice even though it sounds like it's directed his way. A few more screams are given similiar treament until the child appears in front of him, blocking his way. No more than ten and wearing the cliches of poverty, the wide eyed child anxiously exclaims, "Your Danny Williams aren't you?" Biting his tongue, he steps around the boy and goes about his way. He only manages a few steps when the kid reappears in front of him, repeating the question like an annoying record skip. "FUCK OFF!" he scornfully replies, raising the bottle in a threatening manner. Terrified, the kid runs away screaming. "Danny Williams is dead! Do ya hear me? Danny Williams is DEAD!" he howls at the retreating boy. Feeling eyes upon him, Williams sees an elderly woman angrily staring at him from her porch. Not in a mood to be judged he flips off the old bat and wobbles away, shamelessly downing more booze. The morning street becomes a blur of colors and incohorent shapes. He feels a chunky foul tasting fluid rise in his throat, he tries to swallow it but it won't be held back. Doubling over, he involuntarily gags, letting lose a tidal wave of green vomit on some unlucky chap's boots. His vision clearing, Williams becomes impressed with the size of the man's boots, which are nearly as large as his. Done puking but still feeling faint, Williams stumbles back only to discover the boots belong to a looming tower of a man. Ducking his head back, Williams tries to find an end to the man. Blocking out the sun, the stranger stares down at Williams behind a forest of dreadlocks; his eyes reflecting a look of recognizition and disgust. "TNT? What the fuc...." is the last thing Williams grunts before collapsing to the sidewalk in a drunken sleep. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted July 17, 2006 "Drunken Loser" Danny Williams. . . I think Bruce Blank (the character) would just LOVE this guy How can you not? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted July 17, 2006 I think its funny how me and JJ were just having a discussion about Danny the other day and then this shows up. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Smartly Pretty 0 Report post Posted July 17, 2006 It's awesome to know that someone on par with me gramatically was a former world champ. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
