Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

197. 'THIS ROLLER DERBY AIN'T FOR ME':

I have tried to make everything talk - standing guard near the old armory just to see what enters and what goes by - shoeless viragos and pillager tyrants and then to my surprise a bunch of Roller-Derby girls come along from the other corner – all noisy and loud shouting and whooping and dressed like vamp-mannequins in black-net Gothic garb : little dresses and skirts big shoes black eyeliners and fingernails loud colors and metal-clanging jewelry seemingly everywhere – going straight they were to the armory through the nearby side-door readying up for the 7pm Roller-Derby fiasco competition championship and just before long before I knew before I ever cared people began arriving and the main gate opened and all these fledgling types in clothes just as wild paced around and lined up and went in - bands already playing fearsome music and people all milling about outside and half inside – smoking talking greeting laughing - and I knew I was in for something : boozefest at the least : but I stayed away couldn't care couldn't stay YOU SEE it wasn't part of History and had nothing to do with me and I had found that FREE ASSOCIATION is never free ! hanging around with people of a certain 'ilk' had ways of rubbing off on one's own character and any of this bunch of creepsters I'd find nothing in common with in fact they drew me to boredom and nastiness right off - first off they were certainly in no way 'culture' rats and in fact between them all they hadn't an ounce of class or learning either and what passed for learning between them all I'd not want to know of so as much as they were trying to put out that 'oh come on over we're all so friendly' routine that was as much as I was trying to avoid it so I hummed a few bars of 'so long it's been good to know you' and walked my speedy way off - back once into the fiery cauldron of another blackening night.