Reprobates ‘Kings Of The Side Streets’
it’s the end of the night and everyone stinks, the bartender’s intoxicated the drunks are incapacitated and some dickhead tripped over the power cable of the jukebox just before the outro of Bohemian Rhapsody kicks in, I’ve only just noticed there’s lipstick on the rim of my glass so, in theory I’ve been sucking on some girls bottom lip each time I sipped my IPA, it tasted like shit anyway, I was pretty much just using it as prop so I could sit and watch the cowboys and cowgirls failing miserably at synchronized line dancing, main character syndrome is playing darts but she’s as pissed as a fart and yet to hit the board, rain man’s perched at the end of the bar counting cocktail sticks as if he was counting cards, rumour has it he’s gonna bring the Vegas strip to its knees, it’s so darn tacky and cheap but we ain’t, we’re the kings of the side streets, the only ‘strip’ we see is the removal of some $4 hookers ...
