bam! bam! bam! housekeeping!
it's 12:00 .. an hour past checkout
Szzay and Jzzay slowly raised their eyelids
groaned in unison .. it had been a wild night
crawling out of bed .. they dressed and went outside
Harley Bill was pacing madly .. to and fro in the parking lot
he asked if they knew where Fiarria was
Jzzay and Szzay both shook their heads no .. walked to their hogs
after kick starting .. drove to a far, rear corner of the truckstop
drank a few beers each and smoked four joints between them
Jzzay's FM satellite radio was turned up loud .. Deep Purple's *Spacetruckin'*
the munchies coming on fast .. they drove back to the front of the truckstop
to The Greasy Spoon Restaurant to order a late breakfast
the ame redheaded waitress with the wart on her nose
took their order and kicked Jzzay's ankle on her way back to the kitchen
sipping their coffee over hashbrowns and pattymelts
they noticed several raunchy looking crackheads
exiting a motel room and one of them had Fiarria's gold purse
clutched tightly under his arm .. Harley Bill slammed his coffee down hard
shattering his coffee mug in a hundred pieces flying all over the place
he jumped up and ran outside the restaurant
grabbed two of the crackheads by their throats
rammed their heads together .. took away their guns and knives
after they'd fallen helplessly to the ground
the third crackhead with Fiarria's purse was getting away
a woman's weak cry for help could be heard above the chaos
Harley Bill, Szzay, and Jzzay rushed to the room where the cry had come from
the door was left ajar .. entering, all three saw the destruction in the room
bound head to toe in chains .. Fiarria was cowering in a dark corner
a rebel flag bandanna dangled loosely from her bleeding mouth
once seeing Fiarria was in overall fair condition
Harley Bill asked Jzzay and Szzay to unchain her
he then rushed out of the door
kick started his hog .. burnt rubber .. drove fast as he could
to the far side of the truckstop
Jzzay swept the faded curtain aside
to get a view of what was going on
he could see far across the parking lot
inbetween the 18 wheelers crisscrossing .. truckers limping
he saw Harley Bill catch up with the third crackhead
Harley Bill barely let off of his throttle
kept cruising with his right leg straight out
kicked hard the inside door edge with his steel toe boot
as the crackhead was halfway into his getaway car
the door coiled .. bounced back crushing the crackhead something fierce
nearby truckers who'd witnessed the scene
were overheard later .. telling the police
about the sickening sound of breaking bones and shrieking screams
of the guy who'd gotten into the getaway car .. bleeding all over the ground
a loud roar .. a biker riding away clutching a small, gold purse in his hand
Copyright @ July 2011
StandingBear Part XX
