DISCLAIMER: this story is just for laughs, I do not, I repeat do NOT know the Kickovers and are not associated w/them or Fenway Recordings. Hell, I haven't even met them yet. I have never been to Boston either. Obviously its not true. End of story.
INSPIRATIONS: the insomnia that is running thru-out me when I should be rested for school, the KO message board (hi guys), Jimmy Buffett and of course, Malibu Caribbean Rum.
CHAPTER ONE
The band is sitting around in the usual apartment setting, trying to decide whether or not to tour overseas, and if so, where.
NATE: okay y'all, I got a list here of what I came up with, what countries and cities to do overseas *slaps list onto table*
MIKEY: *looks over list* looks good to me...
JOHNNY: *snatches list outta Mikey's hands and reads it* yup, real good.
JAMIE: damn good.
A few days later while walking by the harbor....
NATE: nothing too interesting happening today, which is kinda blue
JOHNNY: well, the water doesn't even look blue, kinda murky brown...
SOME OLD SEABASTARD HOBO: arrr, you shouldn't be mockin the seas! It's the only thing I live for.
ALL: huh?
HOBO: I live in that bute over there, ahh such fond ole memories *points to some rackity broken-down fishing boat* be getting too old for such voyages these days...
JAMIE: *coughs* voyages? (tries hard not to laugh)
HOBO: *shouts loudly* VOYAGES, AYE, you say? I can't hear a damn word ya sayin BOY! Well then,
ah the voyages, yes, I've been on many, favorite's gotta be down in the Caribbean, but alas,
I'm gettin too dang ole old for this stuff, would love to make some money to get me retirin',
but I can't part with the bute, but I need the money.
NATE: (feeling sympathetic) how much money? Maybe we can make a deal...
JOHNNY: *whispers to Nate* why in the hell do we need a POS like that?
MIKEY: oh yeah, we can get it and throw some parties in it, that would....
HOBO: 500 smackaroons
NATE: (shocked) that's all?
JOHNNY: he must think its still 1920....
NATE: deal! *starts yankin out wallet*
HOBO: oh HOWARD, Daddy's gonna buy us a new home! *yanks a seagull on a leash out from the crates* you and Pixie can finally have some babies!
HOWARD: *makes seagull call, flys up on Hobo's shoulders and bites his ear*
HOBO: OWWWW! ya damn son of a bitch! Daddy ain't gonna buy you that roost ya wanted!
JOHNNY: (starts to feel even more sympathetic and wants to get outta there and throws
in an extra 50) there, 50 more to buy Howard some treats
MIKEY: *goes over to Howard and tries to pet him but Howard snaps back* Christ!
HOBO: he don't like strangers much
MIKEY: *rubs his hand* yeah, I can tell....
NATE: well thanks for the boat, we'll sure make use of it, thanks again
HOBO: nice doin' business with you, take care of the bute and here... *pulls out
a bucket with water in it and at the bottom is a lobster* take good care of Loretta.
NATE: *takes bucket* Um, thanks...have a good day!
HOBO: you too aye, send me a postcard! *walks to the horizon of the dock with two
seagulls on leashes*
JAMIE: and where are we supposed to send it to? Cardboard box number 18 under Pier 3?
NATE: *laughs* who knows, who knows....
INSPIRATIONS: the insomnia that is running thru-out me when I should be rested for school, the KO message board (hi guys), Jimmy Buffett and of course, Malibu Caribbean Rum.
CHAPTER ONE
The band is sitting around in the usual apartment setting, trying to decide whether or not to tour overseas, and if so, where.
NATE: okay y'all, I got a list here of what I came up with, what countries and cities to do overseas *slaps list onto table*
MIKEY: *looks over list* looks good to me...
JOHNNY: *snatches list outta Mikey's hands and reads it* yup, real good.
JAMIE: damn good.
A few days later while walking by the harbor....
NATE: nothing too interesting happening today, which is kinda blue
JOHNNY: well, the water doesn't even look blue, kinda murky brown...
SOME OLD SEABASTARD HOBO: arrr, you shouldn't be mockin the seas! It's the only thing I live for.
ALL: huh?
HOBO: I live in that bute over there, ahh such fond ole memories *points to some rackity broken-down fishing boat* be getting too old for such voyages these days...
JAMIE: *coughs* voyages? (tries hard not to laugh)
HOBO: *shouts loudly* VOYAGES, AYE, you say? I can't hear a damn word ya sayin BOY! Well then,
ah the voyages, yes, I've been on many, favorite's gotta be down in the Caribbean, but alas,
I'm gettin too dang ole old for this stuff, would love to make some money to get me retirin',
but I can't part with the bute, but I need the money.
NATE: (feeling sympathetic) how much money? Maybe we can make a deal...
JOHNNY: *whispers to Nate* why in the hell do we need a POS like that?
MIKEY: oh yeah, we can get it and throw some parties in it, that would....
HOBO: 500 smackaroons
NATE: (shocked) that's all?
JOHNNY: he must think its still 1920....
NATE: deal! *starts yankin out wallet*
HOBO: oh HOWARD, Daddy's gonna buy us a new home! *yanks a seagull on a leash out from the crates* you and Pixie can finally have some babies!
HOWARD: *makes seagull call, flys up on Hobo's shoulders and bites his ear*
HOBO: OWWWW! ya damn son of a bitch! Daddy ain't gonna buy you that roost ya wanted!
JOHNNY: (starts to feel even more sympathetic and wants to get outta there and throws
in an extra 50) there, 50 more to buy Howard some treats
MIKEY: *goes over to Howard and tries to pet him but Howard snaps back* Christ!
HOBO: he don't like strangers much
MIKEY: *rubs his hand* yeah, I can tell....
NATE: well thanks for the boat, we'll sure make use of it, thanks again
HOBO: nice doin' business with you, take care of the bute and here... *pulls out
a bucket with water in it and at the bottom is a lobster* take good care of Loretta.
NATE: *takes bucket* Um, thanks...have a good day!
HOBO: you too aye, send me a postcard! *walks to the horizon of the dock with two
seagulls on leashes*
JAMIE: and where are we supposed to send it to? Cardboard box number 18 under Pier 3?
NATE: *laughs* who knows, who knows....