It's always the drugs, Jim.

[Doktor Howl]

They're waiting, Dok, for The End. The Spiders may have promised them Happiness^TM, but they know better, especially in Tucson. They've given up, and are waiting for Tucson to get around to eating them, because there's nothing left for them, or so they think. So that guy sitting in front of his work, three hours after it closed, he was waiting very patiently for something to happen to him, so that he could finally stop having to worry about family, friends, work, money and bills, what to do with his spare time, how to manage the things that have claimed his tie, how skinny this actress is and how fat that one is, which famous guy got a DUI this week, who is winning on America's Got Talent, and the list goes on forever. It's a steady spiral, and that steadiness can teach a person patience like nothing else can. Except they're all waiting to hit bottom. To end. Because that's what we were REALLY promised. We just have to wait for it.

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to waste my time waiting around for anything. I hear some people at the Meetrack know where we can find some saline injection freaks.

You coming, Dok?

Fuck yeah, I am. 

I can't blame that kid, either.  I mean, it's not like I haven't dared Tucson to eat me a time or twelve.

The thing is, it doesn't seem to matter if you're quick OR slow, does it. If Tucson wants to eat you, all you have to do is surprise it. If it moves in slow, then you have to recognize it, and jump the fuck out of the way at the very last second, jump in that beat up old jeep, and drive like the Devil himself is on your tail. If it comes in quick, slow the fuck down so that it just misses you, as it was aiming to catch you going faster than that. This City can bear down on you like a train, and playing chicken with it is a pretty dangerous sport, but if you're strong enough, you can go into the next round without too many new scars.

Unless you're HERE, in which case you get a constant deluge of meaningless phone calls and meetings, and shitbags that think a closed office door means "walk right in, my time is of no value".  Having put up with that for the last horrible 3 weeks, I have decided that today, my time really ISN'T valuable, and I'm going to fuck off the rest of the day.

I'm mad as fuck right now, at everyone on the property, and if Tucson wishes to eat me now, I fucking DOUBLE DOG DARE IT TO TRY!  MEET ME OUT BEHIND THE ACID SHED, TUCSON, AND WE'LL SETTLE THIS SHIT.

[LMNO]

I love the fact that you, in fact, really do have acid sheds.

[Adios]

When did they cut the force back? And why?

Funding from the state was cut because Tucson isn't doing its part to combat the Brown Menace™.

They've cut 133 cops so far, and this month they're cutting 200 more.  So that's 111 uniforms/shift, and homocide may also have to handle vice, which they aren't really trained for.

Holy shit. Consider getting the fuck out.

Okay, thought about it.

Like I'm gonna give up a front row seat.  

I mean, fuck, how many people have answered this thread?  How many people have posted in the TCC abortion in OMF?  With the exception of you and Freeky, everyone I come to PD to see has either become addicted to a pack of smelly fucking Wiccans, or has stopped posting.

And I'm going to get my entertainment somewhere.  If not at PD, then maybe at 12th and Ajo.

I honestly don't think I've even looked at that thread. No plans to either.

[Doktor Howl]

Damn, Freeky.  Your writing style has really progressed.  That was awesome.

Freeky's writing is amazing.

It seems like The Spider™ has been around for so long, we've begun breeding ourselves for it's dinner.  That bastard used to have to snare us, trap us, wrap us up tight, and even then it would take years for it to poison us, drain our bodies of life and hope.  Now, it seems like most of us openly walk into the web, find an open space in the threads, and then lay down quietly, waiting for our turn, waiting for the cool sting of fangs sinking below the skin.

Which makes it that more dangerous for those who try to escape.  It's easier to spot a runaway when the rest of the crowd is limping in the opposite direction.

What's really odd is that the natural state of any given person's mind is so fucked up here that being OFF of drugs is considered abberant.  

And since you can't escape Tucson anyway, you may as well enjoy the show.  Freeky and I frequently just drive or walk around, looking at the non-stop horror show that Tucson has become in the last couple of years, and particularly in the last couple of months.  Then we go to horrible biker/pervert bars and try to wash our eyeballs out with cheap booze in small quantities.

[Doktor Howl]

I love the fact that you, in fact, really do have acid sheds.

We have many acid sheds.  My department, though, has only one.  And Tucson is free to meet me back there whenever it wants to...And if this turns out to be nothing but superstition, then the faceless empty void is free to meet me back there.  I'll fucking its shit royally.

[Freeky]

Damn, Freeky.  Your writing style has really progressed.  That was awesome.


It seems like The Spider™ has been around for so long, we've begun breeding ourselves for it's dinner.  That bastard used to have to snare us, trap us, wrap us up tight, and even then it would take years for it to poison us, drain our bodies of life and hope.  Now, it seems like most of us openly walk into the web, find an open space in the threads, and then lay down quietly, waiting for our turn, waiting for the cool sting of fangs sinking below the skin.

Which makes it that more dangerous for those who try to escape.  It's easier to spot a runaway when the rest of the crowd is limping in the opposite direction.

Be light, so light on your feet! Dodge and weave as the Greys plod helplessly, hopelessly, listlessly towards the recommended dosage, giggling like a maddened school girl the whole way. Just keep in mind it's easier to look like a fool, pirouetting to avoid them and capering on, than to bump into them and have your stride fouled.

[Adios]

Damn, Freeky.  Your writing style has really progressed.  That was awesome.


It seems like The Spider™ has been around for so long, we've begun breeding ourselves for it's dinner.  That bastard used to have to snare us, trap us, wrap us up tight, and even then it would take years for it to poison us, drain our bodies of life and hope.  Now, it seems like most of us openly walk into the web, find an open space in the threads, and then lay down quietly, waiting for our turn, waiting for the cool sting of fangs sinking below the skin.

Which makes it that more dangerous for those who try to escape.  It's easier to spot a runaway when the rest of the crowd is limping in the opposite direction.

Be light, so light on your feet! Dodge and weave as the Greys plod helplessly, hopelessly, listlessly towards the recommended dosage, giggling like a maddened school girl the whole way. Just keep in mind it's easier to look like a fool, pirouetting to avoid them and capering on, than to bump into them and have your stride fouled.

I fear you have become infected. There is no cure.

[Freeky]

They're waiting, Dok, for The End. The Spiders may have promised them Happiness^TM, but they know better, especially in Tucson. They've given up, and are waiting for Tucson to get around to eating them, because there's nothing left for them, or so they think. So that guy sitting in front of his work, three hours after it closed, he was waiting very patiently for something to happen to him, so that he could finally stop having to worry about family, friends, work, money and bills, what to do with his spare time, how to manage the things that have claimed his tie, how skinny this actress is and how fat that one is, which famous guy got a DUI this week, who is winning on America's Got Talent, and the list goes on forever. It's a steady spiral, and that steadiness can teach a person patience like nothing else can. Except they're all waiting to hit bottom. To end. Because that's what we were REALLY promised. We just have to wait for it.

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to waste my time waiting around for anything. I hear some people at the Meetrack know where we can find some saline injection freaks.

You coming, Dok?

Fuck yeah, I am. 

I can't blame that kid, either.  I mean, it's not like I haven't dared Tucson to eat me a time or twelve.

The thing is, it doesn't seem to matter if you're quick OR slow, does it. If Tucson wants to eat you, all you have to do is surprise it. If it moves in slow, then you have to recognize it, and jump the fuck out of the way at the very last second, jump in that beat up old jeep, and drive like the Devil himself is on your tail. If it comes in quick, slow the fuck down so that it just misses you, as it was aiming to catch you going faster than that. This City can bear down on you like a train, and playing chicken with it is a pretty dangerous sport, but if you're strong enough, you can go into the next round without too many new scars.

Unless you're HERE, in which case you get a constant deluge of meaningless phone calls and meetings, and shitbags that think a closed office door means "walk right in, my time is of no value".  Having put up with that for the last horrible 3 weeks, I have decided that today, my time really ISN'T valuable, and I'm going to fuck off the rest of the day.

I'm mad as fuck right now, at everyone on the property, and if Tucson wishes to eat me now, I fucking DOUBLE DOG DARE IT TO TRY!  MEET ME OUT BEHIND THE ACID SHED, TUCSON, AND WE'LL SETTLE THIS SHIT.

Would that I could back you up. I'll fucking anyone if they want to step. You, me, and the Meathammah vs. the only thing I could ever consider a deific presence? I wouldn't put a dollar on Tucson, no sirree.

[Doktor Howl]

Damn, Freeky.  Your writing style has really progressed.  That was awesome.


It seems like The Spider™ has been around for so long, we've begun breeding ourselves for it's dinner.  That bastard used to have to snare us, trap us, wrap us up tight, and even then it would take years for it to poison us, drain our bodies of life and hope.  Now, it seems like most of us openly walk into the web, find an open space in the threads, and then lay down quietly, waiting for our turn, waiting for the cool sting of fangs sinking below the skin.

Which makes it that more dangerous for those who try to escape.  It's easier to spot a runaway when the rest of the crowd is limping in the opposite direction.

Be light, so light on your feet! Dodge and weave as the Greys plod helplessly, hopelessly, listlessly towards the recommended dosage, giggling like a maddened school girl the whole way. Just keep in mind it's easier to look like a fool, pirouetting to avoid them and capering on, than to bump into them and have your stride fouled.

I fear you have become infected. There is no cure.

But would you want one, even if it was available?  I mean, she COULD go back to watching teevee with a straight face, and worrying about what the neighbors think, or sinking into the mass of apathy and abject misery that Tucson represents.  But why?

[Doktor Howl]

They're waiting, Dok, for The End. The Spiders may have promised them Happiness^TM, but they know better, especially in Tucson. They've given up, and are waiting for Tucson to get around to eating them, because there's nothing left for them, or so they think. So that guy sitting in front of his work, three hours after it closed, he was waiting very patiently for something to happen to him, so that he could finally stop having to worry about family, friends, work, money and bills, what to do with his spare time, how to manage the things that have claimed his tie, how skinny this actress is and how fat that one is, which famous guy got a DUI this week, who is winning on America's Got Talent, and the list goes on forever. It's a steady spiral, and that steadiness can teach a person patience like nothing else can. Except they're all waiting to hit bottom. To end. Because that's what we were REALLY promised. We just have to wait for it.

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to waste my time waiting around for anything. I hear some people at the Meetrack know where we can find some saline injection freaks.

You coming, Dok?

Fuck yeah, I am. 

I can't blame that kid, either.  I mean, it's not like I haven't dared Tucson to eat me a time or twelve.

The thing is, it doesn't seem to matter if you're quick OR slow, does it. If Tucson wants to eat you, all you have to do is surprise it. If it moves in slow, then you have to recognize it, and jump the fuck out of the way at the very last second, jump in that beat up old jeep, and drive like the Devil himself is on your tail. If it comes in quick, slow the fuck down so that it just misses you, as it was aiming to catch you going faster than that. This City can bear down on you like a train, and playing chicken with it is a pretty dangerous sport, but if you're strong enough, you can go into the next round without too many new scars.

Unless you're HERE, in which case you get a constant deluge of meaningless phone calls and meetings, and shitbags that think a closed office door means "walk right in, my time is of no value".  Having put up with that for the last horrible 3 weeks, I have decided that today, my time really ISN'T valuable, and I'm going to fuck off the rest of the day.

I'm mad as fuck right now, at everyone on the property, and if Tucson wishes to eat me now, I fucking DOUBLE DOG DARE IT TO TRY!  MEET ME OUT BEHIND THE ACID SHED, TUCSON, AND WE'LL SETTLE THIS SHIT.

Would that I could back you up. I'll fucking anyone if they want to step. You, me, and the Meathammah vs. the only thing I could ever consider a deific presence? I wouldn't put a dollar on Tucson, no sirree.

Well, obviously.  Because if we lose, we can't collect. 

[Adios]

Damn, Freeky.  Your writing style has really progressed.  That was awesome.


It seems like The Spider™ has been around for so long, we've begun breeding ourselves for it's dinner.  That bastard used to have to snare us, trap us, wrap us up tight, and even then it would take years for it to poison us, drain our bodies of life and hope.  Now, it seems like most of us openly walk into the web, find an open space in the threads, and then lay down quietly, waiting for our turn, waiting for the cool sting of fangs sinking below the skin.

Which makes it that more dangerous for those who try to escape.  It's easier to spot a runaway when the rest of the crowd is limping in the opposite direction.

Be light, so light on your feet! Dodge and weave as the Greys plod helplessly, hopelessly, listlessly towards the recommended dosage, giggling like a maddened school girl the whole way. Just keep in mind it's easier to look like a fool, pirouetting to avoid them and capering on, than to bump into them and have your stride fouled.

I fear you have become infected. There is no cure.

But would you want one, even if it was available?  I mean, she COULD go back to watching teevee with a straight face, and worrying about what the neighbors think, or sinking into the mass of apathy and abject misery that Tucson represents.  But why?

No siree, no cure wanted.

[Freeky]

Damn, Freeky.  Your writing style has really progressed.  That was awesome.

Freeky's writing is amazing.

You guys.   <3

It seems like The Spider™ has been around for so long, we've begun breeding ourselves for it's dinner.  That bastard used to have to snare us, trap us, wrap us up tight, and even then it would take years for it to poison us, drain our bodies of life and hope.  Now, it seems like most of us openly walk into the web, find an open space in the threads, and then lay down quietly, waiting for our turn, waiting for the cool sting of fangs sinking below the skin.

Which makes it that more dangerous for those who try to escape.  It's easier to spot a runaway when the rest of the crowd is limping in the opposite direction.

What's really odd is that the natural state of any given person's mind is so fucked up here that being OFF of drugs is considered abberant.  

And since you can't escape Tucson anyway, you may as well enjoy the show.  Freeky and I frequently just drive or walk around, looking at the non-stop horror show that Tucson has become in the last couple of years, and particularly in the last couple of months.  Then we go to horrible biker/pervert bars and try to wash our eyeballs out with cheap booze in small quantities.

And then bask in the over-brightened street, where neon signs advertising hourly room rates and "GIRLS XXX" and expensive booze and hipster joints flicker and buzz with the intensity of the noonday sun, though it won't give you as much cancer as the real sun.

[Doktor Howl]

And then bask in the over-brightened street, where neon signs advertising hourly room rates and "GIRLS XXX" and expensive booze and hipster joints flicker and buzz with the intensity of the noonday sun, though it won't give you as much cancer as the real sun.

We don't need any more cancer.  This town has the most haggard, depressed, and tired looking strippers, etc, that I've ever seen.  The sex trade here, at all levels, is already worn out by the time it's time to go to work, just from the heat.

[East Coast Hustle]

I mean, fuck, how many people have answered this thread?  How many people have posted in the TCC abortion in OMF?  With the exception of you and Freeky, everyone I come to PD to see has either become addicted to a pack of smelly fucking Wiccans, or has stopped posting.

And I'm going to get my entertainment somewhere.  If not at PD, then maybe at 12th and Ajo.

yeah, I wish I had a good response to that but the truth is, I've pretty much been co-opted, and between the big increase in my personal income, the HUGE increase in how interesting my life is, and the access to knowing things I'm not supposed to know, I'm happy about being co-opted. And I still consider you (and several of the people here) a good friend and I look forward to causing some mayhem and shooting things with you in my off-time someday, but since I can't talk about all the interesting shit, I tend to end up not saying much at all. And I'm not apologizing because, again, I like where my life has ended up, but sometimes I feel like I owe an explanation.

also, 12th and Garlic?

[Freeky]

They're waiting, Dok, for The End. The Spiders may have promised them Happiness^TM, but they know better, especially in Tucson. They've given up, and are waiting for Tucson to get around to eating them, because there's nothing left for them, or so they think. So that guy sitting in front of his work, three hours after it closed, he was waiting very patiently for something to happen to him, so that he could finally stop having to worry about family, friends, work, money and bills, what to do with his spare time, how to manage the things that have claimed his tie, how skinny this actress is and how fat that one is, which famous guy got a DUI this week, who is winning on America's Got Talent, and the list goes on forever. It's a steady spiral, and that steadiness can teach a person patience like nothing else can. Except they're all waiting to hit bottom. To end. Because that's what we were REALLY promised. We just have to wait for it.

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to waste my time waiting around for anything. I hear some people at the Meetrack know where we can find some saline injection freaks.

You coming, Dok?

Fuck yeah, I am. 

I can't blame that kid, either.  I mean, it's not like I haven't dared Tucson to eat me a time or twelve.

The thing is, it doesn't seem to matter if you're quick OR slow, does it. If Tucson wants to eat you, all you have to do is surprise it. If it moves in slow, then you have to recognize it, and jump the fuck out of the way at the very last second, jump in that beat up old jeep, and drive like the Devil himself is on your tail. If it comes in quick, slow the fuck down so that it just misses you, as it was aiming to catch you going faster than that. This City can bear down on you like a train, and playing chicken with it is a pretty dangerous sport, but if you're strong enough, you can go into the next round without too many new scars.

Unless you're HERE, in which case you get a constant deluge of meaningless phone calls and meetings, and shitbags that think a closed office door means "walk right in, my time is of no value".  Having put up with that for the last horrible 3 weeks, I have decided that today, my time really ISN'T valuable, and I'm going to fuck off the rest of the day.

I'm mad as fuck right now, at everyone on the property, and if Tucson wishes to eat me now, I fucking DOUBLE DOG DARE IT TO TRY!  MEET ME OUT BEHIND THE ACID SHED, TUCSON, AND WE'LL SETTLE THIS SHIT.

Would that I could back you up. I'll fucking anyone if they want to step. You, me, and the Meathammah vs. the only thing I could ever consider a deific presence? I wouldn't put a dollar on Tucson, no sirree.

Well, obviously.  Because if we lose, we can't collect. 

PLEASE TO THINK POSITIVE! OR I WILL TELL NURSE ENABLER AND BRING THE MEATHAMMAH!