Sham Rock walked up to Pumpkinhead and studied him only an inch away from his face, feeling Pumpkinhead’s face with his hands like a blind man reading brail, as if Pumpkinhead were an inanimate object or a painting being observed by an artist. “What’s the matter with you, Pumpkinhead? You look spaced out.”
“Fuckin’ high on angel dust, bro. I’m buggin’.”
“You gotta be careful messin’ around with that stuff. It’ll kill ya you know.”
“Yeah man, I can dig it,” was all Pumpkinhead could say.
“Where’s Nicki? Why didn’t she give you guys a ride?”
“She threw us out of the car after Mahdakis over here called here a fat little cocksucker.”
“What’s wrong with being a cocksucker?”
“Huh?”
“Nicki, I’m talking about. Why would she be upset with being called a cocksucker?” Sham Rock asked.
“Yeah, what’s her problem anyway?” said Rizzo. “I love it when people call me a cocksucker. Especially when it’s a complete stranger driving by and I’m standing on the side of the road with a large group of friends……Or better yet, family members.”
“Family members call you cocksucker?”
“That’s not right.”
“Oh it’s fine. They do it all the time! In fact, that’s how they address my birthday cards. ‘So, you’re one year older….Happy Birthday Cocksucker’.
Ignoring Rizzo’s sarcasm, Dakota suggested, “Maybe it was because you called her a fat cocksucker.”
“Girls don’t like being called fat,” said Kim.
“Yeah…that’s a real sticking point.”
“Cocksucker’s one thing,” Kim lectured on, “but to call a woman fat…well that’s just asking for a beating.”
Ignoring them all, Sham Rock continued, “But being called a cocksucker only means that she’s useful and well liked.”
“It’s derogatory, man.”
“Derogatory shmogatory. Isn’t sucking someone’s dick a nice thing?”
“Sure is,” Tony Ravioli said, bobbling his head. –Bobble-bobble-bobble- “Why, you feel like being nice right about now?”
“You’re a wise-ass too, Tony. You and Rizzo are made for each other.”
“And it’s good for the environment,” Pumpkinhead said.
“And fun for the whole family!”
“That’s disgusting. What’s the matter with you anyway, Rizzo? And Sham, why the fuck are you asking this?”
“Contemplating a career change?”
“Shut the fuck up, Bobby. You too, Riz.” Sham Rock turned and studied Mahdakis. “And I don’t know what the hell you’re thinkin’ about over there, but I don’t like that grin on your face. Somethin’ tells me I should bust your head wide open right now.”
“But then you’ll never know.”
“Never know what?”
“What I was thinking.”
“Ah-ha! So you were thinking!”
Mahdakis took a puff off his Tijuana Small cigar. “It happens.”
“Sometimes.” –Bobble-bobble-bobble. Tony observed Mahdakis’ eyes squinting as he took the thin cigar out of his mouth. They had been together for too many years for Tony not to recognize that he was about to go into one of his lame, self-serving comedy routines. Tony also knew it a signal for him to step into sidekick mode.
Mahdakis said, “Most likely, a long time ago, it was someone whose last name was cocksucker.”
“Someone who lived in a small village…” -Bobble-bobble-bobble
“Marseille, France, perhaps.”
“…or just outside of…”
“…where she was considered a…”
“…or he…”
“…or he was considered a cheat or a liar.”
“Or someone who did the job only half way.”
“Which then of course begs to ask the question, which came first, the cock or the cocksucker?”
“The cock came first. The cock always comes first.”
Dakota broke their routine and said solemnly, “I always thought it was because they tease you by giving you oral until you’re hard and then leave, never finishing you off, or letting you fuck them. And that’s why people hate cocksuckers.”
“Oh.”
“Well sure, then there’s that.”
“Makes sense to me.”
“Mm.”
“Hey, what would life be like if we greeted each other like dogs?”
“We probably wouldn’t French kiss that much.”
“Do dogs give oral?”
“Not to other dogs.”
“So who do they give it to?”
“People.”
“People?”
“Yeah, I seen that in a movie or two once,” said Frank.
“Jesus, what a fuckin’ perv you are, man,” Polly laughed.
“How could you have seen it once if you saw it in two different movies?”
“Maybe it was the same scene.”
“Doesn’t matter. He still would’ve seen it twice.”
“What the fuck kind of movies are you renting, Frank?”
“Regular kinds.”
“Regular, my ass.”
Shake-shake-shake, (Inhale-exhale) “I got shit loads of those kinds of movies, Frank….a lot of cool imports from Germany and whatnot.” (Inhale-exhale) “Grandmas and black dudes, dominate fat chicks with submissive oriental business men, hot teens in locker rooms, gay bikers on acid, famous athletes who worship feet while masturbating, big-titted blondes with horses, midgets who eat shit,” (inhale) “you name it. I’m watching one at home right now called Anal in the Antarctic. It’s about an Eskimo love triangle.” (exhale) “If you ever wanna borrow something, just let me know.”
© 2016 Mark Rogers
Paradise In Purgatory (Book IV)
The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles 
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