Special Dark

This took entirely too long for what it is. I completed it because I did not really want to leave it unfinished. Why? I am not too sure, I am really not proud of it, but at any rate.....

Usually when he went to a show he would have his back up against a wall. He would hardly allow himself to move with the beat. Tonight he was with Chase, things would be different. That's what chase said anyway. Before the show started they drank some whiskey straight. After they finished the fifth they smoked a joint and shared a cigarette. Let's roll Dude, chase said with the cigarette in his mouth as he flipped up the collar on his flannel shirt.

Chase didn't say who was playing at the show. He simply requested Dude's company for the evening. Upon arriving inside he found it very dark and alive with excitement. The buzz of voices filled the warm stuffy air. Everyone was dressed the same. Mowhaks, leather, and sleveless tees. There was also a lot of metal studded bracelets and collars, and steele toe boots. Dude was wearing his usual ; vans, cut off dickie shorts, and a fIREHOSE tshirt. Dude didn't know who was playing tonight, but he could tell by the crowd that it was probably some metal band.

By the time the band took the stage the place was hot, people were pumped. During the intermission Dude and Chase smoked another joint. Back inside the show was starting up again. Come on Dude, Chase said, and led him down to the mosh pit. Chase jumped right in to brave the sea of people who were dancing around, throwing themselves into one another, and hitting each other as the music filled the room with the energy to make it possible. Dude had never done anything like that before, but he was drunk, and feeling ambitious, so he jumped right in. Chase was rolling around in the circle of people, and sweat was flying everywhere. Dude kept his elbows in front of him, and his head down. He did not really have to move much as he was swept along with the swirling crowd around him. He got slammed a few times, but he was really enjoying himself. Some mothefucker with a green mowhawk and kept slamming Dude pretty hard with their broad shoulders, and thick elbows. One elbow caught him in the chin, so next time they came around Dude slammed them in the face with his fist and knocked them on the ground where they got trampled before they were helped to their feet. After that they were gone, and so was Chase.

After the show Dude found Chase in the lobby. The lights were bright, and everyone was leaving. I gotta take a piss, Dude told Chase in his ear. Chase nodded and motioned with his two fingers up to his lips like he was holding a cigarette then pointed at the front door.

Dude was waiting in line for the bathroom, when he heard a voice say: Yeah, that's him. And then in a flash Dude was surrounded by a bunch of guys wearing crazy leather clothes, and make up. They all had mowhawks too, they all looked the same. The first punch was a chin check, the second one the guy with the pink mowhawk was clenching a lighter in his fist. It was a fierce blow that landed square on Dude's jaw. Dude hit the ground, and tried to bounce back up, but these mother fuckers were blood thirsty so that only made it worse. Other people in line moved out of the way and looked on and some began to cheer as Dude got the shit kicked out of him. If they were totting shanks Dude would have been swiss cheese. When the guys finally stepped back Dude was laying on the floor in a pool of blood and vomit. He recognized the green mowhawk step forward. That's right bitch, She brayed, and she lifted her shirt to reveal a tittie, firm, supple, feminine. She cupped it in her hand, Never hit a woman! And she spit on Dude's bloody, vomit covered face. I didn't know, Dude murmurred from down there on the floor, but they were already gone. A few people helped Dude up, he stumbled outside and found Chase. Chase just laughed. Man what happened? he asked.