Wondering the streets, looking for the perfect place to off yourself in public, you stumble upon Frog & Peach and decide to get a drink. A lil something to delay the inevitable. In the bar, there's a band setting up upon the smallest stage ever built. The band, their sign says the name Jahny Wallz Band, looks like they are some kind of Jewish reggae band with a lead singer that resembles Ritchie Valens. You make your way to the bar and order a shot and a beer. They are both gone before the bartender brings back your change.
Your eyes wander. The crowd is restless. A few have been drinking since sunrise and now, at ten o'clock at night, they want to dance or fight, doesn't matter which comes first. They start screaming. They keep at it. You mind wants think it has found the perfect place. Maybe it would be better if you took out a few people first. Maybe break your beer bottle and ram it into their mouths and watch them bleed out. As you get ready for this, the dreamy lead guitarist/singer Giovanni Verduzco strikes a chord and let's us all hear his beautiful voice. Everyone stops, including me, and stares, longing to know what else he can do with his mouth.
You are feeling a slight change in attitude now. There's a good feeling in your core and the Wallz band hasn't even really started yet. They are just jamming. Then, the drummer, Tino Marrufo, the Jew rasta, kicks it into gear. He blasts into a cover Led Zeppelin's "Rock n' Roll." You are now fully committed towards having a good time. You say fuck dying and god fuck everyone else. Let them go on living life without you. Music is all that is ever needed in your life. This soaks in as you admire Tino. He dominates the song. John Bonham, you think, would even tip his hat to him.
They play a few more songs and everything's going fine till two extremely intoxicated women start dancing in front of you. It's expected when you sit by the windows next to the stage, but what you don't expect is for them to start falling all over the place, bumping into everyone dancing, pissing them off, and spilling their drinks onto your new pair of pants. Son of a whorish baby! Comes out your mouth. They go and try and clean your pants off and of course, the last thing you want is for your woman to come in and catch them putting their filthy hands on your crotch. She does exactly this. Perfect.
She pretends to ignore you, but there's no way to stop the wrath of an inebriated girlfriend. When she wants revenge, she knows exactly how to get it. Your weaknesses are easily identifiable and immediately put to the test. Just then, the bassist, Ivan Paredes aka Jahny Wallz, eyes her. He senses dismay. He begins to rub her pussy with the vibrations from his bass playing. He sings to her in the voice of Jim Morrison. And she loves to be seduced, especially by a hot latino with charisma. She's already soaking wet from his performance. She's just about ready to leave you for him when you storm up from behind and grab her and try to kiss her. She wrestles away from you for a moment, but you get a hold of her again and force her out to the back. She wants nothing to do with you. You're drunk again. You're a fool and a liar. You let her go and watch as she disappears into the sounds of "La Bamba" and the screams of drunken harlots.
You're right back where you started. There's nothing left to do, but pound your beer and sit in the telephone booth and convince yourself you're a shitfaced Superman and you don't need no damn Lois Lane in your life. Unfortunately, kryptonite sets in deep in your heart. The worse has yet to come. You know this, so you go back inside to the bar and order three shots of whisky. 1. 2. 3. At least now you won't have to remember all the problems in your life. The pain's gone temporarily. You have Frog & Peach and the Jahny Wallz Band to thank for that. The delay continues once more. But answer me this smart ass, how much longer can you actually live with yourself? There's only so much a man can take. There's only so much a man can do before that final curtain call. Time's a wasting.
Soundtrack to your demise:
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