All that is left of the wild open town of Drasticville, is its name on one of Sea Czar City’s least neighbourly hoods and on the Drasticville Drive-In.
I stopped for a Village Burger and a shake.
The burger arrived as a meal on wheels worn by Heaven Skates, who also gripped me for the shake.
“Whats poppin’, gumchew?” she asked.
“When will you wheel away with me and quit all the fries?”
“Money,” she replied “I like my rockers with hot rods and not on front porches.”
“Your one of the cruel kind.”
“Yeah, well I gotta roll, Rock, and don’t break my back with the size of your tip.”
After I finished rooting through my beer, I honked for Heaven to goose it over and detray me.
I asked her how her mother was and she said: “Oh you know Laurel Lie, still pining for some would that could.
Next time, don’t drive over yourself, it hurts!”