Post by Mike Williams on May 10, 2015 18:04:04 GMT -5
Inside a holding cell, behind the tiny door-adjacent re-enforced window pane, Mike Williams glances repeatedly, then shows a look of disgust at what he sees. A wider view of the enclosure reveals it to be a police holding cell, and behind the glass and steel is Mike in an orange DOC jumpsuit. A C.O. opens the door and not before reminding Williams to pick up his issued items, leads him toward the processing counters. Mike nods at the guard, his disgust having nothing to do with anyone in an LAPD uniform.
Fast forward back to a change into street clothing, he gives a final nod and a 'take it easy man' to the officers in the center before he's buzzed out of the outprocessing sally port. Treat Cassidy is there as if it's the airport in Ottawa and also as if it's the 'everything is awesome' lego-headed bullshit his plastic brain matter is convinced of.
Treat: "That... was amazing!"
Mike: "That was FUCKED... Just get me the hell outta here..."
Treat: "Right, down to business... They're on to the house show in Bakersfield, we got 4 hours to get there you can still cut a promo on sight, if we can..."
Williams interrupts him "Takes 2 1/2 hours to get to Bakersfield from here, tell lurch to step on it"
Cassidy is exstatic (if anything just relieved) "I knew you'd dig this, I'm telling you, we can..."
"Man did you bring the shit!?"
"umm... yeah... here"
Cassidy produces a bag with a 6 pack of beer, which Williams doesn't hesitate to partake from the back seat
Mike takes a good sip, easily 1/3 of the bottle "...man... you sure do know how to pick em don't you??"
Cassidy can only smile and shrug as the car finds its way onto the freeway, leaving Compton in the rear view mirror
Fast forward back to a change into street clothing, he gives a final nod and a 'take it easy man' to the officers in the center before he's buzzed out of the outprocessing sally port. Treat Cassidy is there as if it's the airport in Ottawa and also as if it's the 'everything is awesome' lego-headed bullshit his plastic brain matter is convinced of.
Treat: "That... was amazing!"
Mike: "That was FUCKED... Just get me the hell outta here..."
Treat: "Right, down to business... They're on to the house show in Bakersfield, we got 4 hours to get there you can still cut a promo on sight, if we can..."
Williams interrupts him "Takes 2 1/2 hours to get to Bakersfield from here, tell lurch to step on it"
Cassidy is exstatic (if anything just relieved) "I knew you'd dig this, I'm telling you, we can..."
"Man did you bring the shit!?"
"umm... yeah... here"
Cassidy produces a bag with a 6 pack of beer, which Williams doesn't hesitate to partake from the back seat
Mike takes a good sip, easily 1/3 of the bottle "...man... you sure do know how to pick em don't you??"
Cassidy can only smile and shrug as the car finds its way onto the freeway, leaving Compton in the rear view mirror