Dog Days
Lew and Billy were bored. It was the end of summer and they were bored out of their skulls. It was all slipping away; they'd already been chased by cops through Highland Park, set trashcans on fire over in the Tri-Cap, destroyed a gazebo with hatchets during a terrifying mushroom trip, crashed Ronnie's shit-box Camaro into a tree outside Loba City, and beat up their good friend Victor at least three times. They were drinking cans of cheap beer and smoking on a stoop near 5th & Old Grand Ave, it was hot, not that kind of cook-a-egg-sidewalk situation, but just that foggy, smuggy steam-box kind of heat. Cars shuffled past in the afternoon haze. "Man, whatcha wanna do? Ain't nothing going on, this sucks." Billy said, taking a slug from his oversized beer can. "Head over to Loba, see what Tony's saying? Shoot some pool. Maybe check out Tasha, if she's around." Lew said. "How we supposed to get there? No wheels, man. Not gonna t...