Epic Tales # 2

"Welcome to Dewclaw. Here, you will find guns, ammunition, drugs and easy women."

Yes, it was a wild place. You really should have seen it. It was a speck of shit on a toilet paper map. It's streets were home to many a scavenger in search of easy work. One corner, known as Easy Street, was where the pimps sold their product. Fine women draped in silk and gold were handed out like candy canes on Christmas. Easy Street was no stranger to married businessmen who peddled lust. A hotel near by was where these patrons held their court. From what I hear, the rooms were gorgeous.

The next corner was just as sleazy. A tall man in a burgundy sport coat dealt hands of cold pleasure for just under $60. The concrete bench where transactions were executed was the closest thing to a five star restaurant you could find in that general area. It was complete with candles, spoons and all sorts of exquisite desserts. Although these dishes were often wonderfully proportioned, sometimes a little over eating could cause sickness. Saint Ann's across the street was the perfect after dinner mint.

In an alley, not to far from there, sat God. He was more beautiful then anyone could have imagined. He was often crying and would brandish a gun on any mother fucker that tried to get in his way. The pearly gates of his stacked soda crate heaven were visited by many in search for redemption in one way or another. Every disciple received an aluminum cross, courtesy of the good people at Coca Cola. He could only laugh when they thought they would be saved.

And last, but not least, was the kindergarten.