The death of Johnny Go?

[thehefner]

Frankly, if anyone else is amused by or even "gets" what I'm playing with here, that's just a fringe benefit. Everyone else just excuse this little bit of self-indulgent dorkiness.



He's comin' for me, Bub. I think... Jesus, I think he's grinnin' at me, Bub! You see 'im? The rat bastard, I think he's laughin' at me! That fat, mutton-chopped skull-faced hillbilly in his stupid ass white rhinestone suit, who the hell's he to smile like that? He don't even have eyes in those sockets! But he is laughin', he is, 'cause he thinks Johnny Go's gonna roll over and give up! Well let me tell you something, ol' pal o' mine, Johnny Go is a Rat! And a Rat doesn't play just to win, oh no. No, it's even better when the odd's're stacked against you! When you gotta ride it all on a million to one shot, when everyone thinks you're down for the count and you tell 'em all to go to hell and you roll, baby, you roll, that's what it means to be a Rat!

Th' hell's this? Oh, so you brought some pals, eh? Well if it ain't all the old bastards I've known my whole life! Every one of you lowlifes that tried to bring me down along the way, I remember you all! All my old enemies! Fakery! Stuffiness! Prejudice! Prudishness! Oh, and you guys, too... pettiness... bitterness... jealousy... you all tried to get me from inside, right where you thought I was most vulnerable... you think I'm gonna let you get me now? Go suck some eggs, ya bozos! It's ring-a-ding-ding for all you knuckleheads! And you... ah, you, stupidity, there you are... I always knew you'd get me in the end. But Johnny Go don't give a damn, no sir! Because I'll swing on! And on, and on, cuz you can't stop... can't... can't stop th'... you...

... you... you take everything. Down to the last white chip, to the final drop of gin, to the bottom olive. Go on, clean me out, you got me. Fair's fair. Take your winnings and get outta my face. But let me tell you something. I still got one thing you ain't never gonna have. The one thing that stays with me when the Chairman himself welcomes me into that big Casino in the sky, to the eternal Summit, where the gin flows free and luck's always a lady. The one thing that's been goin' long before I was born and will keep goin' long after I'm gone, no matter what finks like you try to pull. The one thing the stuffy bastards of the world... will never... understand.

The rhythm, pally. You can't... stop... the rhythm.

Comments

[rosinslady.livejournal.com]

That's just brilliant, John. From the very first dying "Can't stop...th...", I was gone. Oh, that's class, so it is. Well done, you!

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

I figured if anyone'd get it, it'd be you. You made my day, thank you.

The package is ready and will be sent once I put on pants. 4 CDs, I'll send you the track listings.

[rosinslady.livejournal.com]

Pants are frequently a helpful thing in life. Not always. You could actually be in real trouble if a pack of rabid weasels got stuck in them. It would be much easier to deal with the blood-crazed little critters if you were in a skirt, or nude. So pants aren't always a good thing. But mostly they are. So put some on, and stop scaring your neighbors.

4 CDs? Hot diggity! This makes me very happy. Can't wait til they arrive. :-D

[covenhouse-cat.livejournal.com]

That's great stuff, Hef. I love Cyrano, too. Sublime. I wish you were in my writing class, we'd have some fun.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! It's self-indulgent AND obscure!