car crash capital of the country, he says. Kevin forced a smile. No kidding? He wasnt sure of the appropriate reaction to the news. So, does that mean youre retiring? Eh, maybe, well see. David said he dont know if they got any fighting out there but he said hes gonna take care of me. A broad smile came to Kevins face as he remembered the numerous fights Mushy had been in since theyd known each other. He pointed to Mushy and addressed June. You shouldve seen this guy ten years ago. Guys would pay their managers just to get them out of a fight with Mushy. He was a maniac, it was awesome. I still remember the first time I saw him fight, he was up against this huge black guy, I dont remember his name but he had a good thirty pounds on Mushy. Anyway, second minute of the first round, BAM, Mushy lands an overhand right and lays this guy out, broke his jaw. Mushy looked embarrassed, half-smiling and shaking his head. Ah, that was a lucky shot I got on him. He was a tough guy. You were always such a modest guy, man. Anyway, Im going to miss you. A lot. Kevin got up and patted Mushy on the shoulder. June followed and did the same. 53 Jordan Krall Mushy got up and grabbed Kevin, giving him a great big bear hug. Right back at ya, kid. But I do know we have to get together before I go. Ill stop by in a few days. Ill call you first. Sounds good. June kissed Mushy on the cheek. It was nice seeing you fight. Take care of yourself. Thanks, hon. Mushy blushed. It was a pleasure meeting you. Kevin and June left and Mushy was alone in the locker room. Hed been fighting on and off in this same hall for fifteen years. Now, at age 35, he was getting tired both mentally and physically. He needed a change of scenery. He stuck his finger into his mouth and pulled out a bloody tooth. Rubbing his bruised chin, Mushy walked over to the dark, wet corner of the locker room. He started picking at a spot in the wall, digging out the loose rubble with his fingers until there was a hole with a two inch diameter. Mushy stuck three of his fingers in and pulled out a dozen dusty teeth. Putting them into his hand, he added his newly uprooted tooth to the collection and then put them back into the hole. Mushy pulled down his shorts and inserted his engorged penis into the hole. 54 CHAPTER ELEVEN After questioning most of the porn shop employees, Max was no closer to finding his sex doll. Motherfuck. He slammed his fist down on Gregs back. Who else is there? Greg gulped. Um, just one other guy. Wally. Hell be in soon, half hour maybe. I told you to call all the guys here NOW. I dont have all day. He was getting more frustrated by the minute. Pop was next to him, twirling his beard hairs and singing. Rocket rocket U. S.A..... His voice was whiskey-soured gravel. Max turned to him and gave him a nasty look. What the fuck you singing? Pop shrugged. I dunno. Heard it on the radio. He continued to sing but walked away from Max as to not upset him more. They waited for another forty-five minutes and finally Wally came walking in. He was a short, plump guy sporting a red and black mohawk haircut; his Crass t-shirt at least two sizes too small. On his feet were checkered Converse sneakers that had seen better years. He walked in smiling. Hey, whats going on? Whats up? Greg walked over to him, chest pushed out, playing the role of boss real well to impress Max. Where the fuck where you? I told you to be here fucking fifteen minutes ago! Wally 55 Jordan Krall shrugged. Dude, whats the big deal, its my day off anyway. He fiddled with the oversized dildos. Max gave Pop a wink and motioned toward Wally. Pop shook his head. A fist landed smack-dab in the center of the Crass logo; Wally went down to his knees. Max started asking questions and when Wally was able to finally catch his breath he started babbling. I dont know what the fuck youre talking about, Christ, fuck, I cant breathe! He lifted his shirt and examined his belly. Thatll be the least of your worries. Just tell me,
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