This final (?) chapter from the lurid and overactive imagination of our very own Dave, features some original art…both in words and images. Get this man an agent…STAT!
Originally posted on The Nudge Wink Report:
The Bowl-A-Drome lies on the fringes of the old meat packing district, not far from the Chiselers’ home arena. The giant red pin getting knocked over by the big blue ball on the sign lit up years worth of broken bottles in the parking lot. Part of the neon tubing was out, so every time it got hit, the pin changed for a moment into some sort of foreign calligraphy.
I stepped inside and the smells of waxed hardwood, stale beer and rented shoes hit my nose like a fifteen pound house ball with no spin on it.
It was league night. The usual assortment of embroidered synthetics were well represented. Some teams looked like slobs with matching shirts while others were just a few sequins away from being dressed…
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