She wondered, detatchedly, why so many law-enforcers were around. but she did not look back; she remembered the last time that this had happened.
It had happened twice before--she would arrive at the address of one of her paid escorts, and there would be the firetrucks, police, EMTs--the most disconcerting thing to her was that it always seemed to occur right after one of her "black-outs".
The last time she had a black-out she was told she called her boss and left a scathing message that almost got her fired.
(I know someone that actually did that in a black-out)
"Detachedly" Damn, that actually is a word.
There was something else she realized--Garth was always more attentive to her needs after one of her 'blackouts'.
And she was attentive to Garth after he had one, they were the perfect couple, although you wouldn't want to foot the tab for either one of them for fear of going broke.
(welcome again, BeaWare. I'm happy we were able to lure you back to this silliness).
I'm having trouble with the "blackouts" but I'm sure it will make sense later on. -johnboy-
As she looked on at the scene from behind her Audrey Hepburn sunglasses, a police officer rushed by and she heard him saying into his radio, "--seen so much blood in my--", and then he was gone.
"Blood?" she murmurred. "That's a new ingredient to the mix."
"What have I done this time?" she thought anxiously, as she noticed a dark smudge on her white-gloved right index finger, and wasn't surprised to realize that it was indeed a very small blood stain.
She scratched at the spot of blood, muttering, "I vaguely recall Garth saying his last 'blackout' was different from the others."
But the stain started to enlarge and her finger began to pulsate and expand, and the pain was unbearable as she watched in horror; watched as her finger expanded to gargantuan proportions and suddenly ripped open, throwing blood and bone fragment to the wind and exposing the menancing visage of an ancient Druid priest.
"MY God" she screamed, I'm a cross between a druid, the hulk, and Neo!
(Gus, you should stop in more often.)
Just then a series of loud repetitive crunching booms could be heard throughout the city, and the terrified passersby panicked, causing chaos in the streets--it was the sound of the giant, approaching footsteps of Giga-Man, arch-enemy of the Druid, crushing concrete streets to chalk with every step.
Now we're getting somewhere!
In the opposite direction, a whirling, buzzing sound grew louder and louder until the Druid could see her other arch enemy approach: Garth the Garden Fly--freak result of a massive Miracle Grow spill in the town's greenhouse during an electrical storm.
My god, mchol, look at what you have done, what you have created, and the Republican convention is only a week away.
And the mayor was worried about the grass in Central Park!
From the corner of her eye she saw a sudeen flash. Rocco, she breathed under her tongue.
If only I could go back to the person I was, I would ravish you like no other, make you scream and moan, like you used to, but those day's are gone, and now look at us, what happened? Let's go back in our minds and remember.
She took a deep breath, and darkness enveloped around her. Oh no, she thought, anothing damn blackout!
