There was a universal gasp, when the
clean-cut boy of no more than 20 stepped into the Circus; he drew
everyones attention for one second, then, they all returned to their
casual business of draining down beer like there was no tomorrow (and for many,
there truly wasnt).
You know, the boy said to a
rough, tattoo-covered biker swilling down green beer, theres more
to life than drinking.
True, the biker nodded with
a terrifying smirk. Like beating up little shits that think they know
sorry. The boy stumbled back, nearly tripping on the wooden chair.
have a nice day.
Ah, fuck, Peter sighed, when
he noticed the boy coming his way.
It could be fun, Gina
massaged Peters neck tenderly.
Hello, my good people! The
boy stood in between them.
Fuck off, Peter whispered
Please, Gina put her hand on
the boys shoulder, have a seat; dont mind him. Hes
always this grumpy; its his natural state.
Perhaps, the boy said, his
eyes suddenly beaming, its because he hasnt heard the good
Oh, fuck, Peter rubbed his
Dont you know that He loves
you? He doesnt want you to be miserable and suffering, my good man,
the boy addressed Peter and put his hand on his shoulder; quickly, he retracted
it, when Peter turned toward him with a homicidal glare.
Hes not going to hurt
you, Gina reassured the boy with a bright smile. I think.
I only want to share the good news
with you, the boy protested, still maintaining his smile. I
dont understand why everyone keeps staring at me like I
a crime, or something!
Its because you havent
committed a crime, Peter responded, that everyone looks at you the
way they do; you dont belong here, kid.
Dont you want to be
saved? The boy exasperated. Dont you want to embrace Him and
let Him into your heart?
No, Peter shrugged and
motioned to the bartender for another round of Four Roses. Give the
little bastard one too.
No, thank you, the boy shook
his head. I dont drink.
Thats your problem,
Peter forcefully thrust the glass in the boys hand. You want me to
hear your good news, you have a fucking sip. And make it a good one, no faggot
nipping in this place.
I cant, I
boy protested; he frowned, when the strong scent of bourbon burned his
Have a fucking sip, you
bastard, Peter tilted the glass, spilling bourbon on the boys
ironed and shiny shirt.
How can you drink this? The
boy coughed violently, his face pale.
Ata boy, Peter clapped him
on the back. Youre on your way finally to becoming a
Cut it out, Peter, Gina
scolded him. Hes just a boy.
At his age, Peter said,
I was going after skirts and was draining tequila shots; I wasnt
bothering people about the good news.
Not everyone is like you,
Peter, Gina continued. Thankfully, she added with a
Heard that, Peter barked at
her; however, with a meaningful glare.
Thats why I said it,
Gina fired back.
You fucking bitch! Peter
shot up from the barstool and raised his closed fist.
My God! The boy cried in
astonishment. What are you doing? No, please, dont
stop him, please! He cried.
Nobody moved; however, they all covered
their curled lips.
Im going to fucking murder
you this time, you bitch! Peter continued, raising his voice to a
theatrical volume and intensity.
You dont have the balls to
do it, you pussy! Gina shoved him. Heres my cheek, you
NO! The boy climbed on
Peters back, hanging on with all his strength.
Get off of me, you little
bastard, Peter twitched his body, slamming the boys back on the
counterwith a loud, painful cry the boy let go and dropped on the dirty,
Look at what you did! Gina
pointed at the writhing boy, her lips unwillingly cracking up in a half-smile.
Good, Peter put his foot on
the boys chest, pressing lightly. Do you still want to talk to me
about your goddamn good news?
No, no, please, the boy
sniffled. Let me go, I wont bother you again, I promise!
Fine, Peter took a couple of
steps back and offered his hand to the boy, who reluctantly took it.
Alright, kid, Peter straightened out the boys shirt and
jacket, find other places for your preaching, alright?
Yes, yes, the boy nodded
frantically, tears rolling down his innocent blue eyes. May I go now,
Get the fuck out of here,
Peter nodded with his head toward the doorthe boy rushed into the dark
streets of skid row.
Man, Tom, the bartender,
laughed and poured two new glasses of Four Roses for Peter and Gina. You
guys are getting better and better at this.
Heres to the two greatest
actors of our little shithole, the biker raised his glass and they all
What will you do, if someone
doesnt react as soon as you raise your hand? Gina asked.
I guess, Ill test what
Ive learned from watching pro-wrestling, Peter shrugged.
If you give me a black eye,
she pointed her index finger at him, you can forget about sex for a very
Ouch, Tom chuckled, leaving
two more glasses on the table.
I wonder who keeps sending these
kids here, Peter said. I mean, weve scared off about a dozen
of them, but, new ones keep appearing!
Too many gullible motherfuckers in
this world, the old man occupying the counters corner said, nipping
his almost finished beer.
Tom, get the man a beer; from me,
old timer! Peter said. Truths must be rewarded!
Truths a rare commodity
nowadays, son, the old timer hungrily had a long sip of the cold beer.
Here, here, everyone raised
What if we let one of these kids
hang around here, show them how good we have it? Gina asked.
They wouldnt stay,
Peter shook his head. Besides, were the only ones, who think we
have a good time, baby. For the rest of the world, were no-good, hopeless
We are, the old timer
interjected, no-good barflies. Dont kid yourself, son; youre
nothing more than a drunkard.
And quite alright with it,
Peter said with a smile.
Just like me, the old timer
shook his head in disappointment. I used to believe I had the world in
the palm of my hand, son. Once, I thought I was just having a good time,
drinking and humping all day and night.
Look at me now!
You look fine, man, Peter
said. Give the man another beer, Tom.
Thanks, son, the mans
eyes mellowed, when the cold beer landed in front of him. Just remember,
though; one day, youll regret all these hours you spend sitting on that
I dont think Ill live
long enough, Peter shrugged.
Its us that dont want
to live long that live the longest, the old timer muttered, then swilled
down his beer. Remember that.
Look at this fucking dump! A
male voice rang, causing the patrons to turn to the door. It better have
cheap beer and decent pussy, or, Ill bash your head in!
It has, dont
Peter examined the three young men
sauntering to the counter; well-dressed, with short hair and clean-shaven
faces. Rich kids like the ones he used to sell rock to, once upon a time.
Three beers, the taller one
said. My, oh, my, what do we have over here, he shoved Peter aside,
standing next to Gina. Hello there, babe.
Watch it, kid, Peter said
Shut up, bum, the young
student barked at Peter, without taking his glance off of Gina.
Yeah, his friends said,
circling Gina, watch it.
Heres your beer, man.
Peter grabbed one of the bottles Tom had put down on the counter and smashed it
over the tall students head.
Instantly, the man let out a cry of pain
and reached for his bleeding head.
What the fuck? One of his
friends took a step toward Peter, but, stopped short, when Peter held the
broken bottle merely an inch away from the young mans face.
Want some on the spot plastic
surgery, motherfucker? Peter winked at the petrified man.
Im gonna fucking kill
you, the bleeding man growled, as he rose back up to his feet, his eyes
Too much talk from a ball-less
sack of shit, Gina grinned and kneed the man between the legs, sending
him once more down on the floor.
What are you doing, you crazy
whore? The third man yanked Gina off the stool from the hair.
Do you have a death wish,
kid? The biker, with unbecoming speed, grabbed the man from the throat,
squeezing hard. Cause Id love to grant it.
Hey, let him go, the other
young man protested, but, his words were cut short by a hard punch directly on
his jaw, by Peter.
And stay down, Peter stepped
over him and stood next to the biker.
Its alright, Eric; let the
little fuck go. You dont want to go back to jail for that little son of a
Yeah, I guess, Eric shoved
the man and sent him flat on his ass down.
You alright? Peter asked
Gina and helped her up.
Yeah, she rubbed her neck.
Little bastard took me by surprise.
Peter reached into the jacket of the man
he had hit with the beer bottle and took his wallet out.
Here, he took some bills out
of the wallet and put them on the counter, thatll cover their beers
and the damage these spoiled shitheads caused.
Nah, Tom shook his head
smilingly, I think they still owe me something; Im the one
thatll have to clean up their mess, after all.
Here, Peter handed the young
mans credit card to Tom. Charge him as you see fit; its your
business, after all. He shrugged and sat on the stool again, purposefully
stepping on the fallen men.
Never a dull night, huh?
Eric put his massive arm around Peters shoulders and smiled.
At least, Peter nodded,
weve stopped fighting each other.
Fun times, Eric smiled.
For you, maybe, Peter
Aint my fault you wanted to
be like Bukowski, Eric shrugged.
I was just young and stupid, man.
Now, Im old and stupid.
A bit wiser, nonetheless,
Gina patted him on the thigh.
For sure, Peter shrugged and
drained his bourbon. Hey, Tom, get a round or two for the place, on this
guys tab! He owes us that much!
Will 20-year-old Jack
Fuck yeah, they all together
said in chorus.
What the fuck are you guys
doing? The young man
paying for pretty much every expense Tom had the past month - protested, as he slowly got up.
Hey, Rick, David, are you guys alright? He asked his friends.
His friends stirred, bloodied up and
favoring their aching limbs.
These fuckers are robbing
me, the young man told his friends. They stole my credit card
We stole nothing, man, Peter
said calmly. Were just making sure you guys pay for the beers you
ordered and the damages you caused.
You beat us up! Rick cried.
And we have to pay for it?
Never, Eric said sternly,
walk into a bar like you own the joint, unless its one of those
fancy nightclubs you kids frequent; is that clear?
Fuck you, Rick spat on
- a second later, Rick was squirming on the floor, holding
his bloody nose.
Broken nose? Peter asked
Probably, Eric nodded,
apathetically. Was going for the teeth, to be honest,
any scratch marks on my knuckles. Got to go to work tomorrow.
Alright, pick your friend
up, Tom addressed the two dumbfounded youngsters, as he placed
Ricks credit card and three tequila shots on the counter, drink
these shots and get the fuck out of here. And, if you think the cops will favor
you over these guys, better think it through; Im quite known and
respected among the cops.
They appreciate my keeping these
dangerous fuckers off the streets.
Fuck you, the young man
grabbed his credit card and spilled the tequila on the floor - his friends mimicked him.
Spoiled little brats, Peter
shook his head, watching the three young men stumble out of the door.
Wasting free tequila like that.
It wasnt exactly free,
Tom shrugged. That young bastard did cover all of your tabs,
Well, Peter eyes beamed,
heres to him, then! He raised his glass at the door.
To the generous rich fuck!
Eric joined the toast.
How about that Jack you
promised? Peter asked Tom.
You cant remember where you
live, but, you never forget a promised free drink, huh? Tom jokingly
There are things in life too
important to forget, man!
A universal sigh filled the bar, when
they all - Tom included - swilled down the smooth Jack.