Prime Time
Sometimes, a lot of the time, when Stringer closes and me and some of the local mutants find ourselves standing on the corner at 3 o'clock in the morning full of this weird energy, all messed up and nowhere to go, we all head over to Johnny Eyes' place.
Prime Time
Walking The Dogma
Richard C. Walls
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Sometimes, a lot of the time, when Stringer closes and me and some of the local mutants find ourselves standing on the corner at 3 o'clock in the morning full of this weird energy, all messed up and nowhere to go, we all head over to Johnny Eyes' place. It's not that it's the only television around but Eyes is a timid soul so four or five of
us can burst in on him in the middle of the night and literally take over his apartment until, one by one, we pass out and then, one by one, we crawl out to go be wherever the hell we are when we aren't around. It's a tradition.
One night Apeshit, Simpson, me and this guy with a hairlip who was so intense he didn't have a nickname (we were all a little afraid of him) are standing on the corner feeling bewildered that the bar had closed and passing around a bottle of Roller Derby when all of a sudden Ape sez "Johnny Eyes!" and the hairlip yells "Fuckin' Johnny Eyes!" and we're off.