Poor Bastards and Rich Fucks by John Bruni

Author:John Bruni [Bruni, John]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: StrangeHouse Books
Published: 2015-02-21T05:00:00+00:00

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The Midas Theater had been standing at the corner of Clinton and East since it had been built in 1930. In its glory days, it had been a palace of a theater, complete with sweeping, gold-embroidered velvet curtains, bright plush chairs and an orchestra pit. They played all the classics when they were first run, from Dracula to East of Eden. Then, in 1956, the theater caught fire because a drunk patron dropped a cigarette, and while the firefighters managed to save most of the building, the ceiling collapsed, and eighty-four people died that night. So did the theater’s relationship with what most considered decent movies.

They rebuilt the Midas in 1957, based on the original blueprints, but the owners nearly went bankrupt in the process. They sold the place in 1960 to a young man who started showing monster movies instead. The theater’s original clientele stopped attending out of disgust, but a new crop of customers came pouring in, eager for the next schlock fest. The Midas did well until the first years of the 21st Century, when everyone turned to the ‘net for their cult classics. The cost of keeping up the utilities suddenly wasn’t worth staying open, and the bright young man of 1960 shot himself in the projectionist booth while watching one of his favorite movies.

After that, the city boarded the Midas up. Every once in a while, the council talked about razing the building, or maybe turning it into a historic site, but nothing ever came of it. Before long, it lay fallow and forgotten by all except the teens who liked to hang out there, smoking, drinking and fucking.

Skank had many fond memories of the place, most involving Nutsack. She tried to hold back her tears as she parked the Nutmobile in the spot they usually took in the old days. She didn’t want anyone else riding with her, since she still had Nutsack in the car. He’d gone stiff and started to smell, but she wanted to be in his presence, at least for a little while longer.

She watched as the others parked around her. Gently, she reached over to the passenger seat and kissed Nutsack’s cheek. “We’ve almost got the bastards.”

She got out, and the other punks gathered around her. Pisser stood next to her, holding a lead pipe taped up on one end. The others held their weapons at the ready, and many of them popped Berserker pills. Usually, they reserved them for the mosh pit, but now, they waited for it to puff out their muscles and add more mass to their bodies. Others who had swapped some of their body parts in the name of body modification, strapped on cybernetic limbs to replace what they’d lost. Some of them bore blades in them, others had projectiles. One of them had a flamethrower built into his arm. They all bristled for action.

“You all ready?” she asked them.

“Yeah!” they all shouted.

“Let’s fuckin’ do this,” Pisser said. He grinned through his scraggly beard.

“All right,” Skank said.

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