Storymania - Quarter Of A Century by Drexler Mcstyles

Quarter Of A Century
Drexler McStyles

Quarter of a Century**

**I have not decided if this is an abomination against all of civilization.
   Or,
   The best thing I could write having finally been given an honest pen

Half a kilo of cocaine
25 white hearts,
for the two white knights
A sheet of acid
and enough ketamin to damage the reputation that proceeds:
95 per down a stretch of red asphalt that comes and goes,
in rude, sweeping waves
Citizen of the year McStyles riding shotgun
Nascar stepchild Edward Penn manning the controls,
or lack therefore of.
Bullets; up the respective nostrils searching for a deposit,
so that they may withdraw any doubts. All of this; clever code
that the FBI has already deciphered, so who cares? DEA

Two paranoid androids searching for the creator;
who let the spiders have all the legs
On the way to a metropolis that is manned by excessive pocketbooks
and neon souls.
Only stopping the speedometer briefly, for a bite to eat
We will not forget the one hamburger processed by Goodyear,
an experiment that almost failed,
while in the process of engineering a reality regenerator.
All of its work was lost in a quite “hush-hush” co-op movement

The nose knows that white powder supplies just the right amount of power
All of this while we view; structures
Structures slaughtered by bankruptcy; now they are just whitewashed skeletons, left exposed for disinterested vultures or opportunists waving Nikons and Minoltas like they were badges, valuable of some merit
Windowsills hanging barren, entrusting rusted nails that linger around longer than that jesus fellow, always passed out on the cross. Drunk from the wine

We opt to scratch and sniff and accelerate our E.T.A.
All of this while C.I.A, D.E.A., DOA, and other possibilities pursued us.
I realize now that it would be the cockroaches, and not the FBI, that would have their way with us. After of course, the prostitutes; respectively. Who at least knew they were getting paid for this mess
They had all read our r�sum�; there was no escaping the files they kept
Mine was certainly larger than most.
Bastards, if only they knew of the things I had gotten away with. Then we could settle the score once and for all. Enough.
Daytime arrival in Vegas would be an aberration of what was deserved,
Have no doubts,
I am the man on drugs trying to write,
Not the man trying to write about drugs
Vampiric tendencies are urged and encouraged
and why not, isn’t it about time we tried something new
but let us not speak of the secret vampire cocaine network tonight.

Finally and almost sadly, the sun is beaten into submission,
like the chances of the gathered man
taking home much more than a T-shirt;
left dangling off his back and maybe… half,
the female siblings he had here arrived with,
What?! This WAS a fair number you selfish bastard
The rest of them were consumed by the night,
or some sex starved men from LA on their weekly visit.
Formalities, payments, entrance and acceptance
Finished.
Room 436
Let us quickly re-lock the door and unlock all the possibilities
Mirror; mirror, on the wall,
Laid down flat, like the one in the hall
For the express consent of the cocaine commission
District Attorney Edward Penn presides,
readying for a war between the lines
He enlists a tool to make then vanish,
Then all is red, his work, complete
Do we find it strange, that when I run out of ideas (or cocaine) I pace around the apartment with an ax, looking through Macys ads searching for things to do? Perhaps, but no stranger than what the neighbors are doing at four in the morning on a Tuesday.
Everything now happens on Tuesdays,
If I ever had sex again, it would probably happen on a goddamn Tuesday!
Today, now being Wednesday of course
Of course

Drexler McStyles has a heart,
But one is never enough; women regularly challenge this call,
I call them other things than “women” regularly,
I find this to be no challenge
K is a hearing aid that nose three times more
But now, stumbling thru this, I wonder; “what’s growing on my back?” and “Am I ready for the big top?'
exiting stage left,
they enter the arena
Two wild, drugged up beasts finally entering the real jungle

Creatures of only perfect genetic engineering;
swarm and shine all about them,
What? It is always, ‘all about them’!?
Yes, we know. But it is what you are paying us heavily for…….
Fine then, proceed,
(as they are things of no good use to a drug fiend anyway,)

Anyways,
I graze them with tendered fingers,
Causing them to raise questions and fists I am not there to answer,

the Nevada authorities are, after all, not republicans, they are pornographers
and when you touch a woman in their state; that you do not already own,
(the women, not the state, though different laws do apply if you’re a politician) Nevermind
You must pay a tariff to these swine or pay the consequences
Edward throws money blindly to the wishing well, collecting tokens
A little ball spins in circles, I donate $100 to the cause
A nostril in dire need of a tampax, drips freely onto the table
Flawed creatures get away safely,
while we cradle spittle over cloned fashion ads
Charming these vixens with my dilated pupils and classic reasoning,
I explain to her how I ate the powder donuts thru my nose
Completely unaware that I cannot trust her mistrust
Especially with the crimes I plan to commit
In this very town,
On this very night!
I am ready for anything, everything
More lines! for he that nose
More lines! for the ambitious young doe's

Neon’s bleed and stand broken, like the illusion of time.
I always wear an expensive watch when I come here; it makes the hours that pass worth more. In retrospect
A color stream calls out for justice, a call girl screams out a color (red)
Justice is nowhere to be found, unlike the rape of global finances
Every countryman losing in equal proportions,
Sin City does not discriminate; it is an equal opportunity opportunist

Pharmaceutical update: delightfully crippled by 4 hearts and multiple sniffs of just what the doctor ordered, it would appear Dr. McStyles would be fit for the 2000 Olympics if they were to be held at the Betty Ford Clinic,
Either taking home the gold or placing, in every event he could find
Gynecologist extrordinare Edward Penn is rising among the all time legends
in the field of cocaine consumption. Specifically in the category of 23-26 year old male pornography directors. With a 5.0 nostril intake valve custom designed by Hoover for this weekends event: He is a favorite at 3 to 1 to OD by three a.m.

Now back to the workings so desperately in need of progress

We are drunk off of the feminine populace
Who glide by like the ultimate assembly line
I have an idea for a conversation and choose a blondage from the assortment of edibles ones littered about the table in front of me.
Some of them; left by husbands who are wagering away the mortgage in hopes of giving birth to the golden goose,
in desperate hope of leaving the other baggage, behind.
These men of virtue are not forgotten
Our jaguar, meanwhile, approaches, as graceful in movement as in thought
Unfolding comments smoothly and she awards him a smile.
Then, for the sake of the necessary monetary display;
I peel a fifty, (in the traditional style of how I would later peel away her crushed emerald Victoria Secret panties), sacrificing it for the cause
However, the note doubles itself (Though its sacrificial gesture was duly noted and will be up for a reward or review, later this year) finally, she offers me a seat at victory lane
I roll out the usual casual questions that are of no importance in value but show that I intend to care
She excitedly replies with answers that are irrelevant; When suddenly, my mind is tearing away the scene in front of me and replacing it with a huge black sign with florescent white letters. It reads:

We know you have more drugs
You will give them to us now
Or your penis will not function,
    for the rest of the night
You know what this means
You have 5 minutes to reply

Sabotage from within?! Even my moustache had been betrayed. I was so
ready to kill myself
but I realized I would never survive the experience intact.
This bitch, this fucking bitch that had weaseled her way into my life was;
in the end; (where else? ) an unwilling conspirator unfolding in a major drama,
soon to be released and let loose into a theatre near you.
Thank god she did not know.
All the devastation of Hades would be upon me
Of course I would never deny my earthly temple, a place; where this wisdom resides, the proper nourishment that it requires.
But what of manners and professionalism?!?!
Or professional manners for that matter
Now I had to quickly create a lie that would allow me to flee to my room, ingest these large amounts of various poisons and still somehow allow me to keep this new little toy I had taken from the shelf; ignoring the ‘sold’ sign
Words of confusion and allure quickly mixed together, creating enough interest for her to follow me up to my suite
Upon arrival we found the room in a state of disfigurement,
Captain Penn was playing the Flight of the Valkeries at an inhumane volume jumping up and down on the bed; whose sheets had been sliced into ribbons by the huge Gerber knife that was sitting on the dresser,
He was wearing some of them; the rest were strewn about.
He looked like he had gone bobbing for apples in a bag of flour
At first, my new female companion looked at me in a state of confusion and I wondered if I was going to have to do the Slice and Dice with her, the good OLE slice em!’ dice em!’ Perhaps…
burying her somewhere in the vast Nevada desert.
Understand, this was not my style, or even my McStyle, nor specialty, but I had interests to protect and a reputation spanning out all the way to south Venice which could both be in jeopardy here. Over this madness!!
Then almost immediately she began laughing, pointing nervously at this madman. The other one that is
I began laughing as well, knowing what I was going to do with her when she was full of the drugs that she would reluctantly take at my perverse, persistant insistence.
The song ended and then re-started, Edward paused his activity, panting heavily looking at the girl like she was food
I exchanged names between the two of them and started looking for the K,
Edward mumbled something to her about the FBI and then dove into the coke again
Once I found the ketamin, I called the girl over,
I think her name was Sandy or Cindy or something, but I can’t recall small details most of the time, and this time was no exception
Since when had I needed women’s names to discredit my stories anyway,
I was perfectly able of doing that on my own
leave them to their; aspiring, conspiring ways.
These; creatures of the night, that I would rather not see during the day.

The defense she offered for non drug consumption was one I had encountered previously and after scanning through my records I found the right insecurities and facts to toy with and distort. Not bad for a guy who they had often called; nothing at all.
Let us all remember;
That while they wage war with their little sqwuake boxes,
I, orchestrate my own voice, failing and falling all over heaven.
They are not pleased! They have paid a lot to hear this performance,

Well, this IS the performance you goddamn ravenous jackals. Put your tie back on, and you; loosen that blouse of yours a bit more.

Five minutes after this twenty year old from Maine was finished defending her convictions, she was sniffing her second bump of K and washing down a white heart with some Evian.
Ten minutes for the K, forty for the X and then she would be mine.
All Mine!!!
I could chew on her and rub her in oils!
Or pump her furiously for hours in the classical sense!
or both!
Of course there were wild orgies going on everywhere without me.
Right now, at this very moment! and they conspire to leave me out.
There are parties going on in all the rooms surrounding me,
together; they are interesting music;
First, the ever-sly female laughter with a little crowd noise mixed in.
Then, the undoing of my ceiling fixtures by the creatures above
And alas, the all-American family that will meet the ax.
Together, together they are great
But singularly, they are boring and annoying as fuck
These people should work for the FBI. They probably already do
Of course, this is how they entice you.
It is only when you check deeper into things,
that you find a little bit of a different story.
But nope, Too late, go play with Donald

I checked the video camera making sure the battery was charged and that the tape was at the beginning
Dr. Edward was looking at her under a cocaine moon with an animalistic
wide-eyed glare that really got to the heart of the matter

I knew immediately that I had to lay down some rules.
The rules were; he could have her when I was finished with her

He agreed to these terms with an energetic fury of nods,
strands of spittle sent forth from his frothy mouth in an attempt to swear some sort of allegiance
No matter. I understood, all to well

My physical condition was only slightly better due to a non-cocaine existence of the last four hours, which had been planned accidentally
But the X was rolling strongly and the drunkenness of the k was dynamo
My female lead was feeling the ketamin for sure, re-enacting some high school memory on top of the table that had found rebirth as a stage.
Her audience watched with delight as her breast jumped around, anxious for release from their clothing captors
Freedom was coming my soft round lovelies, yes; we could do cocaine from around your nipples as I lightly grazed them with the blade of this ax,
just for the sheer insanity of doing it you see!!! you understand?
(Am I speaking ouTlouD? Jesus christ!!) but no, just sitting here smiling with an axe
When she had finished, she leapt off the table, breaking three glasses and laid down on the bed,
explaining she had never been thiiis fucked up and how gooood she felt

Oh how good it felt, let me tell you
Obviously the X had kicked in and the time had arrived
I began by using my usual patented moves mixed in with some new ones and within five minutes, clothing was strewn across this darkened land
and I was off, exploring some vast, previously undiscovered territory
This went on for twenty degrees of the crescent moon

Finally I arose from the mattress, feeling, how Satan feels, after a long dabble into the OLE barrel of sin, Refreshed.
I almost had a chance,
But her eyes, following me, full of love and wonder….
No fuck that
I entered the bathroom and hit the switch that removes the darkness
I had been scratched, sucked and deprived of my bodily fluids.
Worst of all, I was sober
I washed all of our pure sweat off of my decaying, rotting shell,
remaining unconvinced and nervous, that I had gotten away with it again.
She was so lovely
I got dressed,
in what was considered fine dress wear in some circles.
Now that I was no longer in need of my sex drive I could really start enjoying the weekend
I had hidden 10 grams of coke from Edward in my bathroom tote for this very vaunted occasion,
I turned off the light and quietly opened the door
Quiet words were being spoken in the dark, there were some trying to convince others, of something obscene and delightful
I silently opened the front door and escaped into the hallway
My Rolex said it was 4:30 am. I made a line out on the table by the elevator
‘Oh Cocaine my angry drug, wanting to destroy as much as be destroyed.’ Yes, I craved it in large quantities
I snorted it all away. Then another and then another.
A gentleman and his female counterpart walked by,
Looking at me strangely, but saying nothing,
What a sight I must have been,
one for the folks at San Quentin to cheer
My brain suddenly exploded and I headed down to the lobby,
where the buffet line was already forming.
Food that was guaranteed to ruin your day before it began
I approached the near empty sport viewing area. My Portland Trailblazers had lost only one game so far this year, out of eleven. I threw four new crumpled hundreds down on the counter. The bookie looked at me like I was on coke. I put all of it on tonight game. 3 to 1 against the Hornets who were favored to win the east by some , but who I recognized as overacheivers
I passed through the maze and found the door to fresh air and a hint of the approaching dawn.
How beautiful it was here, at this very moment in time.
I did some more coke to mark the occasion
Today was my birthday you see, the twenty second of October
The year of our lord nineteen hundred ninety nine.
A perfect excuse to splurge into the rest of the cocaine, ketamin, acid..
Oh fuck, the acid!!
Yess! The acid….
With Dave Matthews; playing acoustically in the middle of some deep rooted conversation I was having with myself in regards to the whereabouts of my drunken soul, in the middle of an acid frenzy
Yes! This is what I neeeded!
I had forgotten.
I made my way back into the lobby, past all the dollar machines, past forty year old cocktail waitresses wearing twenty year old stockings, into the elevators filled with rednecks wearing shirt that exclaimed “We salute Garth Brooks and his… blah blah blah ,
I quickly departed this metal tomb and fumbled for the room key.
Finally I entered the room. There was light coming from somewhere,
A lamp on the floor, I soon discovered.
Edward was lying next to the girl, still panting.

She was asleep or dead,
I couldn’t say which
I asked him, if she were at least awake when he had started, but he could not remember and what did it matter. “What does it matter!?
I am A GODDAMN ROMANTIC you fucking little dog! It always matters” I advised him that maybe he should really lie off of the drugs,
Or, rely on the drugs full time from this moment on. but that commitment one way or the other was essential for the success of this weekend
It did not matter. None of it did.
I reminded him about the acid and his dilated pupils almost overtook the entire western seaboard.
Finally, something to agree on
We took the acid from the bag and cut off chunks with the knife
Then I downloaded my pockets with whatever else I was going to need today

We lifted the girl carefully and with much care, and carried her down the hall a few doors, leaving her clothes next to her in a heap. There was over four hundred dollars in her wallet and I left her with eight of it and a pulse

a side note, reflectively:

‘She should just thank god if she is allowed to awaken without any sort of permanent brain damage, or, the more rewarding, emotional brain damage, which she will never truly recover from, or escape.’
Maybe she is better off dead.
No matter.
It is not up to me, as I don’t make the decisions regarding these matters

We are all just dogs,
lying in judgement
and none lie lower than I

A canine named:
One Souls Attempt To Fall Below Zero
and Reign Amongst Heathens
Until They Finally Put Him In Charge
Of All Of This

Las Vegas

Gentlemen, Welcome to Fight Club
Where we re-invent the term “Ladies Night”
Or,
Just lather them in kisses

This is, after all,
determined on an individual basis,
So, if for example,
you are a pure, sweet angel
Then,
you are free to fly amongst the flutterbees and have as much honey as you like.

But hey,
We all know you’re a cunt
and you will
get what you deserve (place happy face here)
For now;
to the pokemon room with her.
(Applause)
(Applause dies down)

Jesus Christ, the acid had gotten the upper hand on things*

*for those of you who didn’t notice

Donald did
I’ve given him an axe and a map where he can find daisy and her nephews
Alas, a Happy Ending

My first poem as President of Las Vegas

Untitled
(we leave these matters for the historians, who, given the chance, would’ve fucked it up anyway)

Cocaine in my nose,
Cocaine in my brain
Cocaine like a twelve gauge
relieving the pain

No such luck, all we can rustle from the glove box are some forty OT six, and a couple romantic looking 38’s
However, my holsters are empty anyway, so I just do some more cocaine and get angry about how the women stole my guns
Edward Penn is enjoying this all somewhere, but I am too self absorbed and prefer talking about myself far too much to notice
But believe me he is dreaming of UNO and bad cable somewhere

I have an idea.
Wake up you bastard!
You are, after all, driving this goddamn car aren’t you?
Let us go to the twenty-four hour music mart,
so I can acquire the desired Italian opera,
playing it blazingly loud, from atop the Treasure Island parking structure,
as an offering to the gods
in hopes that they might let us run things for awhile
We are, after all,
civilized men whose taste in fine music, film, women and drugs,
rival their very own

However, on the way we encounter a UFO,
Red lights rotating calmly amidst blue and yellow
There is no hurry, as we will remember none of it anyway
They will prod and poke us
Jerk us off with no reward
and then dump us naked along side the dead cows with boiled tongues
Probably taking the cocaine as well
I’m sure I will be blamed for that, as well as the rest of this mess,
if the FBI has its way……

Fuck, they always do

If I ran the FBI, I’d write a book titled:
“Read no further, I’ve killed them all”

Who!?
The elderly oriental feminist FBI agents who all drive blue or gray Honda Accords poorly in bad weather when you are stoned beyond recollection and without license, registration and proof of insurance”
That’s who

This book will be found in the non-fiction, literature, popular culture section at your local Tower Records,
Mixed in with other gems that will matter only when we take the entrance exam to eternity.
Arm yourself to the teeth, they are the only true answers we have

Anyway, our UFO turned out to be none other than
One fine, fleeting Ford found to be under the employment of
the Nevada Sheriffs department.
We pulled over to the side.
“You realize you were driving over one hundred twenty miles an hour in a school zone?”
Edward looks up at them, grinning bravely, wearing those opal ivory sunglasses he adores
This is fine of course, except that it is dawn and they might be implying that he had started off the day with a homicide, perhaps a multiple, you can never be sure in these understated matters.

“Also, you have been driving without any cocaine for almost fifteen minutes, if you just come with us over to the Expedition here, we will re-supply you with some pure Bolivian we just stole from the break room at FBI headquarters, also Sean Penn is in the back toying with the sixteen year old runaways we have tied up, doing cocaine off of those special curves you enjoy so much, and we are fuckin them regularly, in rotation. We have girls of every flavor. Would you care to join us?”

    Sean penn, coke, prostitutes
Is this the moment of reckoning?

Either this is the best fucking acid I’ve ever taken, or, this is the place to hang my hat and call home. I looked at Edward who was still grinning, along with those goddamn glasses of his. But they appeared to agree tremendously on a number of things. There was just one last question to ask?

“Will they bring weinerschnitzel here, now, at this hour?”

A lone, sad tear fell down the officers’ face
“Don’t you think that we thought of that as well?,”
A hand clenched in wasted misery fell upon my shoulder
“There was just nothing left for it in the budget after Pokemon”

We all sat there, together,
a bunch of young souls, just looking for a little fulfillment
and cried,
as dusk broke out, the color of a tequila sunrise,

Only in a town like this, could they make them like that

Instead, we just did the coke with Sean and the others, raped the girls
and
with defeat snapping at our heels
went back to the hotel to go sleep.

Tomorrow we would start all over