Episode 50 of Street Dreams a Bloody Mess by Ken David Stewart

Episode 50 of Street Dreams a Bloody Mess by Ken David Stewart

Episode 50 of Street Dreams

Eileen Drexler’s heart was filled with anxiety. She could feel her blood pressure rising as waves of pain kept assaulting her skull. She was trying to remember what happened and what her part was in this bloody mess.

Had she killed her boyfriend Stan Kowalski when they were embroiled in a fierce physical struggle? If so, that she must’ve struck him with the hammer in self defence. She kept on applying CPR while these thoughts rushed through her head. Where was her daughter, Pixie? Aileen called out for Pixie, but did not receive a response. Was it possible Pixie had assaulted Stan? She and Stan certainly did not get along and there was no love lost between them. Stan Kowalski did his best to tolerate Aileen’s teenage daughter, but found that he wasn’t able to relate to her on any level.

Whenever Stan would attempt to reprimand or discipline Pixie in any way, she would tersely remind him that he was not her father.

Stan Kowalski presented with an impressive physique. He was 5’11” tall and weighed 220 pounds. Stan had been steadily and rapidly losing his hair. so he now just shaved his head. He sported a black moustache, a goatee and an earring in his left ear lobe. His biceps bulged out of the tight black T-shirts that he liked to wear.

Stan was never an academic and dropped out of school, half way through grade ten. His lack of a secondary education caused Stan much consternation and embarrassment. Stan compensated for his lack of scholastic credentials by taking good care of his body. He worked hard at any construction jobs that came his way. When he was between assignments in the construction industry, Stan would pick up handyman jobs from clients who paid him under the table. When one totalled up the under the table cash payments that Stan received from his customers, he made a satisfactory income. Stan was also naturally gifted when it came to electronics. He possessed a natural gift for repairing and refurbishing old computers. This skill became a third source of revenue for Stan Kowalski.

A secondary benefit to many of his jobs was physical in nature. They heavy lifting required on his construction projects produced well-developed muscles throughout Stan’s body. Although this type of work yielded a great deal of muscle mass to his physique, Stan desired more muscular definition. In order to produce a ripped, cut up body, Stan had developed a workout regimen that was designed to produce muscular definition. This physical training routine could be practised in the rec room of Aileen Drexler’s home. Stan would often admire his impressive physique when he looked in the mirror and could probably say that he now had developed a body very similar to his namesake, Stanley Kowalski, played by Marlon Brando in the famous play A Streetcar Named Desire.

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Episode 30 of Street Dreams, the Fight, by Ken David Stewart

Episode 30 of Street Dreams, the Fight by Ken David Stewart

As Tony and Whisper started walking away from the young male and female on the couch, they could hear the young woman screaming at the man, “Hey, get your dirty hands off of me, dude. I came here to have some fun and not to get picked up by a stinking pig like you!”

The disheveled young man gave the girl a vicious slap across her face. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that, bitch. I thought you said you wanted some fun. Well, I was about to show you a good time, but you screwed it up. Get away from me, you ugly skank.”

The scraggly young teenage girl got off the couch in an awkward manner. She walked right up to Tony and Whisper with a bit of a stagger as she tried to get her balance.

“Hey, you guys, I’m Pixie. What are your names?”

“I’m Tony and this is Whisper,” Tony answered.

“Look, I know you guys don’t know me, but can I ask you a big favour?” Pixie asked.

“That all depends on what the favour is,” Tony replied.

“Here’s the deal. I hate this party and I want to get away from all these scummy guys trying to hit on me. “Do you have a car, Tony?” Pixie asked.

“I have a truck,” Tony answered.

“Great. Is there any chance that you can give me a ride home? I have some cash on me and half a bag of weed for you guys in exchange for the ride.” Pixie said.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Tony said. “Where do you live?”

“In an apartment block in Fort Rouge,” Pixie answered, “I live with my boyfriend, Ricky.”

With a bit of a struggle the lecherous young man on the couch got to his feet and put himself straight in Tony’s face. “What you think you’re doing, man? That little whore is mine for this evening.” He slurred his words as he tried to convey this message.

Tony didn’t waste a word on the creep who was confronting him. Tony Barrows grabbed the slimy dude by his shirt collar and pushed him into the nearest wall. Tony used so much force that the plaster on the wall started to crack. Tony proceeded to slam the young man’s head against the wall at least five times. He didn’t stop until he started to see blood splatter all over the wall and saliva starting to drool from his victim’s mouth. Tony watched as this dude’s eyeballs rolled back in his head and his body slumped to the floor. After the guy hit the floor, he appeared to be unconscious and a large pool of blood was now flowing beneath his head.

“Nobody talks to me like that,” Tony said. He didn’t appear to have any emotion in his voice.

Whisper could see people at the party calling 911 on their cell phones. Whisper grabbed Tony’s arm and said, “Let’s get out of here now before the cops arrive. We’ll take Pixie with us.” All three made a quick dash for Tony’s Ford 150.

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