('MON. - SAT. BREAKFAST 'TIL 10, LUNCH 'TIL 3. CLOSED ON SUNDAYS')

PULLED PORK SANDWICH - $5.99

COCONUT CREAM PIE  (BAKED TODAY!)

TODAY'S SOUP - N.E. CLAM CHOWDER (CUP OR BOWL)

     After leaving Ol' Bag scratching his busted-in, balding bisquit in the parking lot

(inquiring if anyone "got the number of that truck?")

the trio continued their pilgrimage and found their way into the cafe.

     Shorty after, the fare had commenced; drinks had been served, orders placed, and the now contented party chatted, waiting for the meal to be served. Aggitated had chosen from the dry-erase board

(TODAY'S SOUP - N.E. CLAM CHOWDER)

     The server, perhaps a career waitress dead on her feet, or maybe, a fresh-outta-prep-school flower pickin' up some extra cash, returns from the kitchen and places the bowl of soup in front of Aggitated and smiles. She turns to Little Bro, who cooly asks for a second, empty bowl. The waitress, puzzled and perhaps waiting for some explanation, hesitates, then turns back to the kitchen to fulfill the odd request. In the meantime Aggitated stirs his meal indifferently, seemingly uninterested in actually indulging.

     A few moments later she returns with the auxiliary bowl, and pauses

(curious)

and inconspicuously observes for some visable clarification. Little Bro calmy places it beside his brother, then continues to palaver with the unrelated third member of the group. Aggitated promptly discontinues the futile churning of the clammy goop in front of him, while several pairs of eyes watch; inquisitive, anticipating the outcome of such a strange requisition.

He plunks his utensil into the creamy mess and takes the first bite.

     Or not.

(Here is your explanation, Flower)

The spoon goes in alright, then comes out. Some chewing, a small dribble down the side of his chops, and then

SPIT.

Chomp, swallow a bit, drool and

SPIT.

Chaw, swig, ooze and

SPIT,

until he or the second bowl, had it's fill.

      He knew two oriental kids, both adopted (no blood relation) by this German family. The tall one, he had Turrets, ya know; random outbursts of inappropriate language, self-inflicted wounds to the head and privates, and

(here's the kicker)

completely unwarranted lynching of anyone he fancied, including friend, family and total strangers. Tall and Aggitated had spent more time in Vietnam then his smaller "sibling", so under his belt he held some miltary training (apparently required for young boys "back East") and therefore, could pack quite a skilled whallop without a second thought.

     A few occasions stuck out predominatly, both being sordidly humorous, if you happen to have the classless ironic sense of comedy that I and few others embrace;

     Once,

(time being irrelavent, of course)

outside a Winn-Dixie parking lot, an innoxious, elderly man happened to pass by and that, my friend, is when Aggitated happened upon him. What a suprise it must gave been, for that unexpecting old bag, wandering through the lot, probably slowly slipping into senility as he tries to remember where he parked, and at the same time, bouncing around in his mushy child-like brain what he might pull out of the freezer to consume

(alone, I presume)

for the evening's Blue-Plate "Special".

     Aggitated had suspiciously slowed his pace to an eventual cease, cocked his scrambled coconut to the side as though the light was slowly dimming in his grey-matter and then

WHAM!

pounces on his unexpecting, defenseless victim (completely unaware) and begins to bash the ol' bags face. A (again, tastelessly humorous) bout ensued, for what must have seemed like forever to Ol' Bag and yet, Aggitated was most likely unaware of time for the moment being, considering his unfortunate affliction. Eye gouging, swift kicks to the ass, perhaps a head-slamming in the car door or two

(for good measure)

and then... the switch flicked back to serene inside no longer Aggitated's head, and the blitz haulted. You could maybe see the blinds on the windows of his eye's roll back up, letting in the light of the real world; maybe not. Meanwhile, a stunned Ol' Bag was left bewildered, and certainly with no recourse, and the onlookers: stunned.

     The only ending

(which isn't much of one, I apologize)

is as follows, and is, just as open-ended as if I never went on.

(sorry, again)

Coming soon.... "Part 2: ...Smoke Out the Devil"

 (perhaps)