Tha Riva Boyz for eva!
Down’s World
A story by Patrick Hyde.
Read it here for fwee.
Chapter Two
I Found This One
I found this one in the jacuzzi
Eating Pringles out of a can
I found this one being lazy
Stretched in front of TV
Wearing only underpants
I found this one on the lavi
Before I made him wash his hands
I found this one hugging mummy
I had to explain what he didn’t understand
I found this one in the kennel with his doggy
He forgot he was a man
I found this one with his buddy
At the local deli
Filling backpacks with croak cans
I found this one in his nappy
Smiling right there at me
When his doorbell rang
Don’t get me wrong it makes me happy
I just wish I had a plan
We have to try and find my cousin Joel
Insisted Tony
So we’re driving to his house again
In the bus the noise is deafening
Of a reunited clan
Joel’s House
Monday
Approximately 4pm
The full bus and the full people mover
They slap hands together
And bump shoulders to embrace
Tony: Wassup my ni##a
Kissing Joel on the side of the face
Joel: Don’t say that word, remember
To Joel: So, where’s the fridge mate?
Joel: You’re a diiiick
Tony: Whatever…
Tony walks through the front door, screams: The River Boys Forever!!
The house is full of the sounds of disgrace
All 14 river boys running around together
Shouting at Tony with his T-shirt
pulled over his face
There’s pillow fighters, couch surfers and fridge raiders
High fivers, gigglers, huggers and old mates
There’s a robot acting like he knows better
Pal Zee runs around trying to keep up
with the pace
And Tony sits in the kitchen eating chocolate cake with his fingers
Foxy finally walks from the bus through the front door: For fucks sake…
Looking at the little shirtless man on the couch eating peanut paste
In the hallway a moustached cherub
pounds on the toilet door
Foxy watches the toilet door open
Linda: What’s all the fuckin knocking for!
She screams into the little man’s face
He looks back at her like he’s starting to cry, but he doesn’t
Linda’s look softens: For fucks sake…
They break eye contact and she turns away
She sees Foxy
As a portly chap with a microphone
waltzes through singing:
Dunzing kween young and froeee!!
Linda and Foxy stare at each other
Their shoulders slumping
Linda/Foxy: fuck me…