Sin City

It starts out on a dark wet uneasily calm night in a typical niebourhood in a G.M. Town. The wind occasionally gusts and the leaves that were barely hangin on would rustle in the night air and shimmer in the light coming from the moon between the clouds. I was cold and tired and walking as fast as could be expected under the condition I should be in. I stopped when I got to the corner under the lamp post and reached into my inside breast pocket of my leather to pull out a wafer thin pack of smokes that had obviously been touring with me in my back pocket all night, It still had two or three TM's (taylor mades) left in it so I pulled one out. I reached down into my pants pocket to get the Zippo out of my skin tight Levi's. I remember I must have almost been out of fluid as it took me 4 or 5 strikes before I could get it to flame. But Zippo's are like Harley's if you even do the minamum maintenance like top up the fluids change the flint once and while they will never let you down. As I'm standing there lighting my smoke two of the BOYZ come rumbling up the road with a third just half a block behind. He had the Pan Head I remember as they have this distinct sound especially on a cool night. But I payed no never mind as it was common to see the Boyz out touring at this time of night. You see the Bars had already closed and they had probably picked up what ever they could and would be heading for the local booze can just up the road. "Crazy's Bar". I had never been in there "Yet" but rest assured with the company I was keeping these days It was more than likely I would end up being a regular there one day no doubt. Like my old man used to always say, "Birds of a feather always end up flocking together sooner or later that is." As I drew a long hard heavy drag on my smoke and exhaled. The large bellowing cloud of smoke amassed in front of me, suppose it was half from my warm breath and half from the heavy toke but I remember as I walked through it, I noticed something peculiar about those Boyz that cruised by, they had thier lights out and had cruised down to the end of the block had turned around stopped for a couple of minutes and were now heading back up my way. I thought to myself. Fu.... this is all I need, some fuc.... yahoos trying to bump up there night with a little bit of fun at my expense. There was this old green garage just up a couple of yards on the right hand side. I made about 5 or six quick leaping steps and I tucked my self close to the outside wall standing in poor old Mrs. Travans flower garden. I remember thinking she will sure have something to say about this in the morning. Now I knew this neighbourhood like the back of my hand. I had played tag, kick the can and hidden in the bushes with little Sylvia right through this neighbourhood all the time growing up. I had to put together a plan and real quick I could see that. That is of course if I didn't want to get my ass kicked for the sake of just getting my ass kicked. I figured if I go around the back of the garage down through the dozen or so Corn stalks Mrs. Travan plants every year, hop the fence into Old Mr. Steven backyard and Geez I hope his old dog Corky doesn't go on barking like he always does. Then I think, now if I come out over the fence at the back of his yard and go down through the parking lot at the apartments and over to Secord woods, I can then cut across to my house and be home free, Yes.