Post by Hope Diamond on Jun 16, 2017 13:05:32 GMT -6
Vienna!
The second-largest German speaking city in the world. The center of culture, music, education and calorie bombs.
Even here in the realm of Waltz, Wiener Schnitzel and Sachertorte Lou and Janko managed to find an accommodation for me that captures some of the flair of a medieval dungeon.
It´s the attic of a small plumber business owned by one of Janko´s old buddies from Serbia. I sleep on a mattress that is part of the sparring area while the heavy plumbing supplies substitute for gym equipment. But I´m not complaining. The room actually has a window to let in fresh air when the temperature under the roof goes above ninety degrees Fahrenheit. The window also offers a very picturesque view of the Vienna Animal Crematory.
Vienna´s Cenral Cemetery is next t it and I think I make it a point to piss off the locals by using the cemetery for my daily runs. Some of the still living ancients I encountered yelled at me and shook their walking canes in my direction. Like I could disturb anyone at a graveyard. Or perhaps it was only because I don´t look like I belong here.
On my second day in Austria Janko introduced me to Hannes. He´s a student of classical music, one who likes to kick ass in a dojo after he put aside the violin. Does that remind me of someone pseudo-intellectual with a violent streak? Yes I think it does. I´m beginning to feel a tiny bit of admiration for Lou and his thorough research. It seems that he can find a stand-in for every FSW freak I might encounter.
Hannes doesn´t get that much of my admiration. He wants to play hard, so we play hard.
***
ARRRRRGGGHHH
Hannes is not feeling well. His own fault. He kneed me in the gut so hard my last meal went back up into my mouth to say hello.
Bad bad bad mistake.
The Catherine Wheel brought him down to the mat and now I´m performing a Lexie Glass Memorial Service on his right arm.
I´m really into it with all I have, clasping his hand rather than his upper arm and bridging out, all for some extra leverage. I think he is tapping like crazy with his free hand but I really don´t care.
I´m not a sadist.
I´m just practicing. Okay, maybe I´m more in touch with my aggression now than ever before but Janko is watching us. He could stop the match but he doesn´t. Either he´s enjoying the show or he just wants to know how far I´m willing to go.
So sorry for you Hannes but you were an idiot to push me that far. You wouldn´t pull the tail of a junkyard dog so why did you mess with me? I really have to make this point so stop whining.
I push myself up a little further, bend the arm a little more against its alignment …
It´s a funny sound when a muscle ruptures, like when you are tearing apart a piece of clothing. I heard it although Hannes was still screaming.
The second-largest German speaking city in the world. The center of culture, music, education and calorie bombs.
Even here in the realm of Waltz, Wiener Schnitzel and Sachertorte Lou and Janko managed to find an accommodation for me that captures some of the flair of a medieval dungeon.
It´s the attic of a small plumber business owned by one of Janko´s old buddies from Serbia. I sleep on a mattress that is part of the sparring area while the heavy plumbing supplies substitute for gym equipment. But I´m not complaining. The room actually has a window to let in fresh air when the temperature under the roof goes above ninety degrees Fahrenheit. The window also offers a very picturesque view of the Vienna Animal Crematory.
Vienna´s Cenral Cemetery is next t it and I think I make it a point to piss off the locals by using the cemetery for my daily runs. Some of the still living ancients I encountered yelled at me and shook their walking canes in my direction. Like I could disturb anyone at a graveyard. Or perhaps it was only because I don´t look like I belong here.
On my second day in Austria Janko introduced me to Hannes. He´s a student of classical music, one who likes to kick ass in a dojo after he put aside the violin. Does that remind me of someone pseudo-intellectual with a violent streak? Yes I think it does. I´m beginning to feel a tiny bit of admiration for Lou and his thorough research. It seems that he can find a stand-in for every FSW freak I might encounter.
Hannes doesn´t get that much of my admiration. He wants to play hard, so we play hard.
***
ARRRRRGGGHHH
Hannes is not feeling well. His own fault. He kneed me in the gut so hard my last meal went back up into my mouth to say hello.
Bad bad bad mistake.
The Catherine Wheel brought him down to the mat and now I´m performing a Lexie Glass Memorial Service on his right arm.
I´m really into it with all I have, clasping his hand rather than his upper arm and bridging out, all for some extra leverage. I think he is tapping like crazy with his free hand but I really don´t care.
I´m not a sadist.
I´m just practicing. Okay, maybe I´m more in touch with my aggression now than ever before but Janko is watching us. He could stop the match but he doesn´t. Either he´s enjoying the show or he just wants to know how far I´m willing to go.
So sorry for you Hannes but you were an idiot to push me that far. You wouldn´t pull the tail of a junkyard dog so why did you mess with me? I really have to make this point so stop whining.
I push myself up a little further, bend the arm a little more against its alignment …
It´s a funny sound when a muscle ruptures, like when you are tearing apart a piece of clothing. I heard it although Hannes was still screaming.
