Mr. KUTZKY
Bio
All things dark and strange, the beauty of complexity, the isolation of integrity. Honest articulations on the perks and pitfalls of both. Keep your mind sharp and a sword to your heart.
Stories (25/0)
Sippin' & A Soulmate
I knew after the book dropped It’d be bound I’d be invited to an event like this; fancy party, fancy dress. I specifically didn’t ask my agent anything about etiquette, I wanted to do what I’d normally do and see how far I could get. Security didn’t sweat me on my flask or the two liters of pre mixed Gin in my backpack. That being said, I’m the only one in here with a flask and two liters of Gin mixed in his backpack. Matter of fact I’m the only one in here with an outfit that didn’t cost more than five bills, I’m the only one wearing K slims a full brim and a women’s coat and women’s blouse. Hell even them I popped the tags when there was already a sale; sweet talked the cashier and blue breeze in my sail. I popped and caught a switch flip in these kicks a week ago, what a switch flip be none of these would know. Hell I hope this event isn’t only authors, I’ve read two books in the last six years, both authors black and dead, they’d be stoked on me staying in these threads. I preemptively smoked six cigs before I came in, I thought it’d be wise but the way I’m erasing this gin, I’m gonna need two more and two more again and again. I’ve been eyeing the patio door for much more than a min, no one’s gone out and no one’s come in, and that’s not the only thing being eyed, cutie pie has been consistently clocking my cloak, while talking to a joke of a bloke, man I gotta get a smoke, I know exactly who she be, I stole a magazine out in B.C. from some insurance agency. What a job that was! I only stole it because, it had an interview with her in it I read her part, googled her astral chart, fuck I gotta get me a dart, hell I even know what her parents do, I never leave a gun empty on a piece that could tempt me, I’m gonna have to exempt she, just for a moment, I just the patio door open, I rushed it like I was going for a QB sack, I’ll see cutie when I be back.
By Mr. KUTZKY6 years ago in Poets