One cold night in Southern California. Two brothers sneak out.
“Smeg-ging hell” one mutters to the other. “Frak! Frakking Frak!” replies the latter to the former as they trudge a poor path in the fog-filled lawn. A dog barks. “Hush, puppy, shoosh. Your hound, keep it quiet” barks the fatter to the former as they shuffle to a car a’cover of condensation in the fore of the fog-filled lawn. The dog barks. “Shut the hell up or so help me, so help me I will pay good money, the bestest of money to reattach your nuts so’s I can rip them right off” says the bruter and the ruder of the brothers as the other bites his thumb and wonders whether anyone had been awoken 'mid the mutt’s incessant yapping and the fiercely whispered bellow of his bossy, begruntled brother who would if he had bothered be at the car already. The dog barks. Again and again the dog barks.
It is drastically colder inside the car than out, they soon discover. There is no warm and cozy cover like the kind back in their beds. But enough.
“Jeez oh Jeez oh Jeez it’s cold”/“I know I know I know I know.” Thus they cry, the shivering, quivering siblings, arms tucked in, heads held down, shaking the car to keep warm. “Turn the Key, come on come on, come on” wails the wider to the driver. “Oh come on, come on” urges the other to the motor. Quaking, shaking the car to keep warm. Watching intently, shaking, and waiting and watching intently and watching and shaking, the passenger knows not what to say. Until he demands “Oh Come on, start the car, start the car.” “Start, start, start, start!”
It is paradoxically colder outside the car than in, they discover to their horror. But there is no other way.
No, they will not ever give up. Not ever transliterates to never if you speak it fast enough. Two brothers will themselves to walk forward, one step a time, intertia barely a bit player in this drama when compared to the force of their heart, combined like as into Captain Planet in this cold night, this coldest of nights. This viciously, viscously atmosphered night. They hold tight to each other, brother to brother, step by step, one print follows the other. Five feet forward can barely be seen. The scene as a whole is misted at the edges like in an ominous fever dream. Somewhere ahead there is the store. The store they know by way of lore never checks for age when one is buying porn. Recalling the triumphs and pleasures in store, the brothers are restored, and their quest continues on but we, we have lost interest pretty thoroughly. The End, far as I’m concerned.
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