Star Mangle & Poppy Seed Rain

Excerpt of Story that will not be published (Beginning and End):

It was raining in Denver and Jackson sat at his computer drinking Old Crow and water scratching his freshly shaved balls. He didn’t really shave them all the way; he just took an electric beard clipper and cleaned up the chunky parts. It really itched right below the little overhang that his stomach had and he scratched that spot furiously. The rain out his window fell in big drops and he listened to a burned Lightening Hopkins’ CD on his computer. He also looked up free videos of women being spanked. He was trying to forget something that he may want to remember. Jackson sat at his computer: blues, rain, spanking, drinking, scratching. It was 3:00PM Saturday afternoon.....

She walked out of the bathroom and the smoke in the air reflecting the neon jukebox made reality seem like slow motion. She had some feminine confidence that couldn’t be understood along with a man’s neck movements. She was Gabriel sent to deliver a terrible message with the staff of God. She was the vision of Chaos the fallen see on the journey through under side of the mountain towards the flaming gates. She was the last sorrowful string the blues man will play before the chariots come to collect. Every sound was the click of her high heels and falsetto voice. Ever smell that of large bottled aftershave and cheap perfume. She grabbed both of their arms and walked into the backseat of a car.