The Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad
Chapter One
Chapter 1
I Wash Dishes for Scumbags
You will never find a more wretched
hive of scum and villainy.
-B. Kenobi, failed tour guide
Cue theme music: "Fe Fe Naa Efe" by Fela Anikulapo Kuti. Badass Nigerian horns and Afrobeat drumming funk-James Brown's Jurassic DNA blasted balls first into the future. That's my song, damnit, and I pity the fool who forgets it.
It's Wednesday night again, which it always is after Wednesday afternoon, which it always is after Wednesday morning.
Wenzzday.
This is what my life has become as I stand in front of this stinking sink in the colostomy zone of the Brightest-Lil-Preppy-Joint-in-Town”, called ShabbadabbaDoo's. Can you believe that name? Temple of freaking jerks. Here's a haiku for you:
ShabbadabbaDoo's:
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