A sample from my novel Crash Shadow, available on Amazon.com.

Dopes and Blokes

“Skiiiiiinheeeeads smoke DOPE! Thaaaaat ain’t no fuckin JOKE! Yoooooooou are a stupid BLOKE! Skiiiiiinheeeeads smoke DOPE!”
Almost everyone in the room was bellowing out the chorus amidst the fog of cigarette smoke and floating speed resin. Only the straight couple, with their light clothes, sat out of the sing-along.
“Best punk song ever!” declared the first Danzig boy. Skye had discovered that his name was Paul.
“Are you fuckin’ crazy?” spouted the straightlaced man.
“Fuck yeah.”
“That song sucks.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” flexed Paul.
“’You are a stupid bloke?’”
“That’s what the man told you.”
“Why the fuck am I a stupid bloke?”
“You’re the stupid bloke?” yarked the other Danzig boy. Skye had not learned his name yet.
“No, I didn’t mean me,” groused the straightlace as he was starting to become irritated. “Why is the person listening to the song a ‘stupid bloke’?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” asked Chasey.
“The singer calls the guy listening to the song a stupid bloke. Why?”
“Because it rhymes with joke,” volunteered Skye.
“What’s the point of having a line in a song if it doesn’t mean anything?”
“You are a stupid bloke,” declared Paul.
“Why?” scraped straightlace.
“Because skinheads smoke dope.”
“What?”
“You are a stupid bloke because skinheads smoke dope.”
Skye was eyeing the rest of the room. People were holding their heads down, holding back their laughter.
“So anyone listening to the song is a stupid bloke because skinheads smoke dope?” pronounced the straightlace.
“No, just you,” announced Paul with a demonstrative finger.
“What?”
“He was talking about you when he wrote that line.”
Straightlace stood up. He appeared to be seriously offended. “What are you talking about?”
“You are a stupid bloke because skinheads smoke dope. So there.”
“That’s ridiculous! It makes no sense at all. Why would anyone be at all entertained by something that doesn’t make any sense?”
Skye and several others broke out laughing.
“What is your problem?” snapped straightlace as he took a step forward.
“Hey,” cautioned Paul as he held up his hands. “Don’t get so excited.” Paul was holding his hands out flat as if to indicate he was backing down, but Skye knew differently. Her old fisticuff instincts told her that Paul was getting ready to counter the straightlace, should he lash out or become too aggressive.
Skye’s shoulders were squeezing together. It was her instinct. She would rather not get involved, but she braced herself to jump in between the two of them if anything actually started. She would try and break up the fight, more out of a sense of obligation than anything else, especially since she was in Chasey’s place.
“This is the dumbest fucking argument I’ve ever heard,” said Skye.
“Hey!” snarked Paul. “You sayin’ I’m dumb?”
“Yeah. You’re dumb and he’s stupid,” replied Skye as she pointed at Paul.
“Them’s fightin’ words!” grinned Paul as he twisted his face around.
“Back off man!”
“She means it,” said Chasey.
“You ever beat up guys before?” asked Hatch of Skye.
“Sure.”
“Uh huh,” grinned Paul.
“I’m talkin’ about the ones that didn’t ask me.”
“Oh,” replied Paul, pretending to be humbled.
“You actually fight with guys?” asked the white-faced Throcker.
“I used to fight all kindsa’ people.”
“What’s it like to fight a guy?” asked the plain Jane.
“It’s easy,” scoffed Skye. “One kick in the happy sacks and they’re down for the count!”
“Hey!” yarked Paul. “No fair!”
Straightlace had retreated to the kitchen, apparently to sulk. Everyone else was tittering and giggling as the music kept playing in the background.
The cigarettes and heated tinfoil were starting up again since the sing along had died out. Skye leaned forward to grab another beer off of the coffee table
As she opened her beer, Paul leaned towards her.
“That was some good stuff you brought.”
“What?’
“Chasey gave me a line of th’ stuff you got her.”
“Yeah.”
“You know where I can hook up with some more a’ that stuff?”
Skye took a sip of her beer. She put the beer can on the table.
“Sure.”