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The Strange Boys
By: Wetbizket Date: July 23, 2012, 1:16 am
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[center][glow=red,2,300][font=arial black]The Strange
Boys[/font][/glow][/center]
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHYMQD7SwQc
Mile City, home sweet home! This city has a rich culture, a vast
amount of influences from all around the world adding to the
cities commerce; it’s a metropolis for everyone to be a part of,
it doesn’t matter what nationality you are, your sexuality,
whether you’re a doctor or a bus boy, it doesn’t matter who you
are, everyone fits in here. But let’s face it; this city is
flaming bag of crap ready to be stomped out. This city is
boring, there is nothing to do around here except to do drugs or
be in a band, which come hand and hand around here. For as big
as this city is; no matter where you are everyone seems to know
each other, whether your friends or rivals. And even though Mile
City is going through a hard time and many citizens have lost
all hope they still have strong pride for the city, and if
anyone not from around here comes in and tries to run things
like they own the place, they’re gonna get their asses kicked!
Like every big city in this world today there are gangs and
criminals, Mile City is home to many big gangs like the AK47
Thugs and The HoodRich Boyz. “And I’m not gonna lie, I can’t
stand gangs!” But it’s a little ironic that I’m part of one.
Well we call ourselves “gangs”, but were more like a group of
street punks with nothing better to do. There are the real
gangs in the city that get in wars with each other for control
of “Turf” and fight for Rep on the streets, then there are
little gangs like ours that just want to be rebellious and just
live life on the edge “Yeah that sounds a really cheesy” but it
makes sense, because if you’re going to live here you’re gonna
need some friends that will stick their necks out for you, and
the only way to have somebody like that is if you’re in a gang.
This is where I come in; Its Friday night, heading down Emerson
Street to a small bar to see a couple local bands play, have a
couple drinks with my buddies and maybe see where the night
takes us. You see like I said, this city is boring.
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Aussie Boy Date: July 23, 2012, 1:45 am
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Keen, very keen, write more, write more now!
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Gangstarr4 Date: July 23, 2012, 10:02 am
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The AK47 Thugs & The HoodRich Boyz? I had, well have a gang
story like the warriors set in the 80s planned BUT this story is
ravishing enough to halt that. Continueee
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Wetbizket Date: July 23, 2012, 12:37 pm
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Gang you should totally write that! I love the warriors. My
story doesn't even really focus on gangs and stuff like that.
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Wetbizket Date: July 23, 2012, 11:24 pm
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[center][font=arial black]Chapter 1 “Broken Bottle
Blues”[/font][/center]
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRRxkea4MGU
We call ourselves the Strange Boys, The gang consists of me “Ed
Lawyer, all the guys call me Lawyer”, There’s DJ, Mikey, the
girls Lexi and Naomi, Fritz and our newest addition to the group
Bucky; who even though our gang does have ranks or an honor
system, still thinks that he has to prove himself that he can
run with us and gain our respect. We tell him he doesn’t have to
be so cocky, if you’re our friend and we can see ourselves
hanging out all the time then we will let you in our clique,
that’s all there is to it.
Sometimes it comes in handy being in a gang, your get to meet
people and learn about new places to go and see in the
underground scene. With the city going down the tubes; a lot of
business have been closed and there are tons of vacant and
abandoned buildings throughout the entire city, people are
buying the lots and making the old buildings into whatever they
want, people will turn a parking garage into an art studio, a
warehouse into a skate park or some sort of arena for
entertainment. There are all sorts of underground activity’s
going on every day in this city. We are going to a bar/venue
which used to be an old book store.
… “How come DJ isn’t hangout out with us tonight?” I
particularly asked Fritz who was best friends with DJ.
Fritz turned around from head of the pack and started walking
backwards “Yeah, I think he found himself another girl.” He said
looking behind him making sure he wasn’t going to trip over
anything.Fritz makes me laugh by the way he looks and dresses,
He has his hair like one of the Beatles, his bangs partially
covering his eyes, he wears old big framed glasses, an old
tattered and faded leather jacket with acid washed jeans with
holes in the knees, once you think about it he kinda looks like
a dorky version of the Ramones.
Lexis head perks up “Another girl!?” She questions “He’s been
going steady with Brittany for 2 years!”
Fritz still walking backwards “Yeah, I think he’s seeing to
girls at once.”
I chuckle at the thought “Dumbass” I mutter out kicking a piece
of trash into the dirty street.
… “He can’t even handle his old women let alone another one.”
Mikey says putting his hands in his pants pockets. Mikey is a
really sincere guy, he has a rugged exterior but he is truly shy
and quite. He has long scraggly dirty blonde hair, he is always
is wearing his blue work jacket from the auto garage he works
at; on the back it read “Joe Joe’s Customs and has a picture of
an old car on it”.
Bucky couldn’t make it today since, he had to do a graveyard
shift at the factory he works at.
We reached our destination, from the outside the place looks
just as abandoned as the rest of the buildings in the city,
Naomi peeks through the front window which has random pieces of
newspapers covering the windows hiding the inside of the place
from onlookers, but the front room is completely cleared out and
empty.
I like Naomi, her mysterious personality sparks interest in me,
he hair is dyed jet black with a few strands of hair colored
faded pink, and she wears thick black horned rimmed glasses
which magnetize the intensity of her white blue eyes.
We turn down the alley on the side of the building and walk to a
rusted old door on the side, I have to yank on it hard in order
for it to open, from inside we could here slight chatter. The
crew walks in as I hold the door for them then I follow them
from behind. We go down a set of stairs which we have to duck
our heads down because the celling is so low, we trot into the
basement which there are crowds of people gathering.
… “Cool Place.” Lexi says walking over to a stuffed camel
sporting a fez hat and some aviator sunglasses.
I instantly spot another group that calls themselves the
“Swagger Vets” up in the front near the stage talking to someone
holding a bass guitar who is a part of their gang, he must be in
the band too. Now, if we were one of the many big street gangs
we would have had to start a fight and make a big scene since we
all can’t be in the same room together, but; in good nature we
have no beef with each other and we let everyone enjoy the show,
now there may be a little excessive pushing and shoving in the
mosh pit, but that’s the sport of it.
We find a spot to stand as a couple guys carrying sound
equipment walks through us and up to the stage where they begin
setting up the electronics.
… “So who’s playing?” I asked while looking up at the stage.
Fritz scratches his head “Oh, the Sick Doctors and some
experimental punk rock band called Hog wild.” He said wiping
whatever he picked off of his hair onto his jacket.
Lexi pulls her wallet out of her purse “Alright, I’m getting
some drinks, who’s throwing in” She said holding out her hand;
everyone gave her some money except Naomi.
… “I’m not in the mood for drinking tonight.” She said rubbing
eyes from underneath her glasses.
Lexi raises her eyebrow “Girl, what! Come on its Friday you
gotta have some fun” She says tugging onto Naomi’s button up
shirt.
Naomi cracks a smile “No not tonight, I gotta cool down on the
drinking.”
Lexi tilts her head like a lost puppy “Well at least come up
with me and maybe it’ll change your mind.” She says while
pulling Naomi off to the bar.
Just then another group comes in, it’s our friends from across
the street “The Gasoline Bandits” they are more of an old school
car club that’s into rockabilly and racing old hotrods; we know
them because they usually go to the garage that Mikey works at
when they need a hand working on or finding parts for their
cars.
The leader of the group is Mary-Jean, I have had my eyes on her
also, but unlike Naomi I find her a little more intimidating. It
takes a lot of effort to become a part of her “Circle” she is
quick witted and can take care of herself. I like the way her
bright orange hair is tightly pulled back fully showing her
heart shaped face.
Her and the group step in and walk up to us, Mikey is the first
person to say hello, which he instantly stars talking about cars
with the guys; which left Mary-Jean out, I slid over to her and
gave a friendly smile, she nods back then looks around “Where’s
your tall friend?” She asks.
It takes me a second to figure out who she was talking about
“Oh, yeah. I guess DJ is trying swing with 2 girl friends at
once.” I said still laughing at the thought.
Mary-Jean “Smirks, what a dumbass.” She quipped.
… “I said that too, I wonder if he’s willingly tried to get
himself killed.” I giggled.
We went silent for a moment until Mary Jean noticed the group of
Swagger Vets on the other side of the room “Those guys are big
goofs, they party pretty hard, keep an eye out for chairs making
their way a crossed the room.” She said putting her tongue on
the side of her lips.
… “Sounds like my kind of party.” I said looking over at the
stage noticing the band was getting ready to play.
Mary jean lightly slapped me on the side of the arm “Oh yeah,
don’t make any plans to go to Gratiot Avenue for any reason, The
Double Moons were seen marching.” She said rubbing her hand on
her chin.
I perked up “A war party? What for?” I asked because most small
gang like ours rarely form a war party or try to start fights on
purpose.”
… “I’m not sure, but I think those AK47 assholes have been
hitting up all sorts shops and places on their streets shooting
guns a starting fights with people. So the moons are wearing
their war paint.” She says with a concerned look on her face.
“You should see em, they are a sight to see, those guys are all
decked out, painted blue and white from head to toe walking
around like that in broad daylight… its pretty awesome.” She
said giving a smile.
One of her guys leans over “Yeah, I heard the Double Moons don’t
want any gangs or groups in their area till they solve the
robbery problem.”
I nodded my head “Interesting, I bet the AK47 guys want them off
their turf.” I said air quoting the word Turf with my fingers
TO BE CONTIEND !!!!...!!!.!!>!>!>!>!>!> WORD TO MY HOMIES!
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Aussie Boy Date: July 24, 2012, 7:15 am
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MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Dude this is brilliant, perfect writing, perfect detail, may we
have another chapter?
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Gangstarr4 Date: July 24, 2012, 8:15 am
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Mhmm . Elegant writing , feel like a movie starring tht guy who
played as scott pilgrim tho lol.
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: OGluke Date: July 25, 2012, 1:06 pm
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*WOWS* in amazement
you thought all that up by yourself bro?
its astonishing to see so much detail and imagination put into a
single page of well written literature about gangs.
i mean there was your other story packed full of wild
shenanigans set in the 70s and now you got this one, damn son
you do love what you do, mad props.
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Wetbizket Date: July 25, 2012, 2:16 pm
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Thanks crew, much luv! Yeah, this story is pretty much gonna be
like that but set in present time.
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Re: The Strange Boys
By: Wetbizket Date: August 7, 2012, 11:13 pm
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[center][font=impact]Chapter 2 “Wasting Away My
Youth”[/font][/center]
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzRAcKQnUg4
… “There’s something about rock and roll that makes people come
alive and let loose, possibly the loud and fast riff’s pouring
out of the amplifiers as the lead singer screams at the top of
their lungs into the microphone. The heavy distortion and fuzz
make the guitar become more aggressive and whip the crowd into a
frenzy, maybe the lyrics to the song speak to whomever
personally.
The band played their first song and man was it terrible, they
spent at least 9 minutes setting up their equipment and getting
ready to play and their guitars are still out of tune, you
couldn’t understand a word the guy was singing into the mic over
the drums, but it was great!
Mikey and Fritz were up front in the crowd taking the chance to
jump off of the stage and into the gathering of people, the band
continued to play their song. I’m not as much into the moshing
as the other guys, I’d rather stand back in and listen to the
guys playing instead of worrying about getting punched or kicked
in the face. Every time a girl would get on the stage and do a
dive Fritz would stop what he was doing and hold out his arms so
he could cope a squeeze or touch the girl.
Just then one of the Swagger Vets ran onto stage undressed only
in underwear and covered in blood and grabbed hold of the
microphone and sang along to the song with the lead singer then
jumped off into the crowd falling face first onto the cement
floor.
I laughed at the sight, Naomi came and stood next to me putting
her hands on my shoulder.
… “What happened to your drinking buddy?” I asked while looking
around for Lexi.
Naomi leaned up to my ear “She found a guy to drink with since I
don’t want to.” She yelled over the loud music.
Just then Mary-Jean walked up to me and Naomi with a drink in
her hand.
… “Hey Lawyer, you got anything planned after the show?” She
asked raising an eyebrow.
I looked at Naomi then back to Mary-Jean “No, this is as far as
I got.” I yelled out.
Mary-Jean turned and watches the band as they began go crazy on
the stage, someone had lit a bunch of firecrackers and tossed
them on stage, they ignored them and continued to play as they
popped and crackled over the stage.
… “Anyways, the Evil spirits are having a get together at the
park and we needed a few friends to come crash it with us.” She
said in a sly tone.
I couldn’t pass up a chance to party with Mary-Jean so I nodded
“Sure, when are you going?” I asked looking back at Naomi.
Naomi stood up straight “Can I come too, I need to get out of
here, this music is making me deaf!”
Mary-Jean took a drink out of her cup “Sure babe, after their
set is over we were gonna take off, why don’t you meet us in the
parking lot.” She hollered out then walking away to her group of
friends.
During the break between songs I found Mikey and Fritz and told
them about the party I was going to, they wanted to stay and see
the rest of the bands play so I said I was taking off and will
see them later.
Me and Naomi exited out of the bar and walked into the old
gravel parking to up to Mary-Jean and her other friends. They
were gathered around the back their car in a small circle, one
of the Gasoline Bandits turned around and held out an unmarked
jar of Alcohol. “Here, swish some of this down buddy.”
I took the jar and held it up to my eyes looking it over “What
is it?” I asked being concerned what was in the jar.
… “Just try it.” He said with an oversized grin on his face.
I twitched my neck and took a drink which instantly made me
choke burning my throat. “That goes down smooth” I sarcastically
said whipping my mouth with my sleeve. “What was that?” I said
in mid cough.
… “White lightning” he said in a fake southern accent. He took
back the jar and held it to Naomi “What some!”
Naomi shook her head “I’ll pass”
Mary-Jean shut the trunk of the old beat up station wagon “C’mon
lets go.” She dimly said walking up to the passenger side.
Everyone piled into the all black Cadillac, there was 7 of us
all together, it’s a good thing this wagon is the size of a
special bus, they really knew how make a car comfortable back in
the 50’s. I squished into the back with Naomi and we left out of
the parking lot peeling around the corner with old rockabilly
music blasting out of the old worn out speakers.
The gang “The Evil Spirits” are another small time gang that’s
into cars and racing, Mary-Jeans gang and them always get into
arguments about whose cars a faster or better. The Evil Spirits
drive old A body cars and turn them into nice Hot Rods and
Mary-Jeans Gang “The Gasoline Bandits” Drive old classics
turning them into Gassers and Rat rods.
As we approached the park a crossed town one of the guys turned
around to me “Hey Buddy, reach into the truck and hand us those
crates.” He said over the loud music.
I shuttered my eyes and turned over to the truck, there was 3
milk crates filled up with a bunch of glass bottles.
A handed them out and everyone grabbed some bottles. “Now we’re
gonna have some fun.” Mary-Jean said. She grabbed to half empty
jar of Moonshine and dipped a cloth into it. “This one’s for the
grand finale.
Just then the driver of the car drove through the parking lot
onto the grass in sped into the park where a big group of Evil
Spirits were partying. Everyone hung out of their windows with
their empty beer bottles, the driver flashed the lights and
honked the horn and he drove right through the party taking
everyone by surprise making them run around in panic. The gang
threw bottles at the Evil spirits and the car spun around in the
grass flinging dirt into the air, the loud music was obnoxious
along with all the screaming and hollering everyone was doing.
I grabbed a bottle from the crate and leaned out of the window
instantly being whipped with chill air, I took aim and threw a
bottle by a group of Evil Spirits, it landed in the middle of
them splashing glass all around. I leaned back in the car and
noticed Naomi was confused and in shock, I smiled “COME ON!” I
yelled out handing her an empty bottle.
She wasn’t sure of herself but a little motivation from the
group she leaned out the window and tossed the bottle making it
smash on someone’s back
“YES!” She yelled out leaning back into the car. We furiously
drove around the park throwing bottles out of the car.
… “I love the sound of breaking glass!” Someone yelled out.
Up front Mary-Jean pulled out a lighter and lit the end of the
cloth she had in the jar, she hung out of the window holding the
flaming jar to her side, she waited for the perfect moment and
held up the jar, she vigorously whipped it at one of the Evil
Spirits hot rods making flames splash over the car instantly
catching it on fire. The Evil Spirits yelled and ran after us
but we drove out of the park and left them in the dust.
Everyone was laughing and having a great time. “Ok, let’s go
home.” Mary-Jean said sitting back down into her seat.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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