Chapter 2 - the clown is vaping
And it has improved grammer and vocabularies
Adrian took Mark to the hospital and they had no choice but to get the meth out of him because Adrian went to the front desk with a gun saying "if you want to live he's gotta live" and they listened. Mark, nicknamed Monkey Dickshart, was part of Joe's gang and the hospital workers knew well enough not to retaliate because he could seriously mess them up.
Back at Joe's house he made everyone else leave and hid the evidence of their celebratory meth party because he was going to be out of the house for several hours. Cops would certainly be checking the place first chance they got, after all, Joe was now officially a fugitive.
By then it was already 3 in the morning. He slept until noon the next day and got ready to go to the club.
Vapes, vapes, vapes. He got every one he had and put them all in the glove compartment of his car. Everyone vaped at the club. The air was more smoke than oxygen.
At five Joe left to go to the club, this time turning up his music so fucking loud they could probably hear it at the club. He made sure to go early because in GangClan, later meant more cops. Joe couldn't risk being caught right now.
He backed out of his driveway and tore down the street, running over and killing a family of four in the process.
A few minutes later Joe turned his music down so he could listen for cops. None close by. But he noticed a sound coming from the backseat. Quickly Joe got off the road, driving into someone's yard and running over a kitten that was playing outside.
"Who the fuck's there?" Joe shouted, turning around and pointing a gun towards whoever was in the backseat.
It was a cat dressed up as a clown, but he had nothing below his waist except a diaper that clearly hadn't been changed in weeks. It stunk like... Well shit.
"Fuck are you doing in my car, creep?" Joe climbed over (it was one of those cars without a roof) and pointed the gun directly in the clown's face.
The clown started sobbing, his tears ruining his clown makeup.
"I wanna gotodaclub" he mumbled and cried even more.
Joe had more reason to kill him now. "How the fuck you know about the club? Who told you? Answer me or I'll kill you! I'm not fucking playing, bitch."
"i d'no i d'no plz dont kill me" he sobbed.
Joe was enraged. He didn't have time for this shit. "Five, four, three, two..."
"Okay! Okay! I gonna tell ya so there was this guy right an an he was askin me ay you wanna buy some weed and I was all like no and he was all like ay you wanna come to are club and I was all like yeah cause cause I thought I could -sob- make some -sob- f-friends and they were kinda nice and I wanna go baaaack!"
The clown was crying so much it was ridiculous.
"Look, kid, you have no fucking idea what you're doing at the club. This is real shit. Ain't no fucking clowns in our club, got that?"
The clown nodded understandingly. "Please don't kill me."
Joe shook his head. "Nah man. I can't trust your ass. You're sitting here pissing in a fucking diaper. You coming to the club with us. Don't worry, you'll make lots of friends."
The clown was too relieved to even detect the sarcastic comment.
Joe got back on the road, running over an old she cat and absolutely destroying her body when he backed up to turn the car the right way. And then completely mutilated her when he sped down the road because part of her body got stuck under his tire.
The clown laughed.
About twenty minutes later, Joe arrived at 64th street and parked his car. He grabbed all of his vapes, stuffed them in his jacket pockets along with two guns, and got out of the car with the clown.
"Now listen. This is the kind of place they go looking for fugitives. I'm a fucking fugitive. So do what I tell you or were both going to get fucking shot. Understand?" The clown nodded and Joe instructed him to keep his head down and not to make eye contact with anyone.
They followed the sidewalk for a little while until they reached the alley between 64th and 65th street. Quickly they turned the corner and went all the way down to the end, where there was a door in the side of a building hidden by a dumpster facing sideways. Joe and the clown went behind the dumpster and waded through a pile of cigarette butts to reach the door, which Joe knocked on in a specific way to show that it was him. Every member of the club used the same specific knock, a beat from a polo g song.
The door opened and there was Blueblood Dickslap, the club manager.
"Hey Joe. Who the fuck is that?" He asked, looking at the clown, but he must have seen him when he'd been here before, because he let them both in.
Right at the moment Joe walked in, there was a beat drop in the music and the volume was turned WAY up.
Joe usually went and got a beer from the bar area first but this time he sat down on the couch and introduced the clown to Travis, another gang member.
"Ayy wassup lil man?" Travis asked, laughing. The clown thought he was being friendly and said hi.
"Ay man there's this game we like to play here, it's real fun! Wanna try?"
"Yeah I bet you'd be really good at it," Joe added.
Travis pulled a blue vape out of his pocket. "See this? You know what this is? He asked.
The clown shook his head, as expected.
"Alright. You see the end bit there?" The clown nodded. "Breathe in, like really hard, over and over again until there's no more left. Trust me, it's fun. See how far you can get!" Travis said.
The clown had no idea how dangerous it was to suck a vape dry, and took the thing without question.
The first time he breathed in he was startled by the feeling in his throat and started coughing, the vape smoke coming out of his mouth as he did. Travis and Joe held back their laughter, this wasn't over yet.
The clown wanted to prove he was tough, so he breathed in again and this time he ignored his coughing, breathing in a third time. He continued doing this until he had taken about thirty hits, and he could feel the smoke when he breathed normally.
"I don't think I can do much more. This thing messes up my breathing."
"You done already? There's like 3,000 hits on that thing! You can't at least get to a hundred?" Joe asked.
"Well, maybe..." The clown breathed in again, and by now he was used to it so he didn't cough. Finally, at 70 hits, he needed to stop, and when he left Joe and Travis laughed.
please leave a review because I like to hear all of your thoughts and suggestions.
