Gypsies Tramps and Thieves: installment 14

[mitchtv]

Tilt
As told by Tommy Platt

‘Ravenna once made a trip none of the others would ever consider.’
I know why I did it, Charles the wicked, regent of Carmalia had a lot of pills. Even that fact failed to lure even the most desperately addicted of us to spend an entire weekend with the insane regent, also known as Caligula, for her wicked ways. But I, perhaps more crazed than the rest the moment, went to of all places, Reno with the wicked one.
The ride up was, in itself uneventful, and I deceived myself into thinking “well maybe this won’t be too bad…” wrong again.
Our first night out we went to Dave’s a local gay bar. Charles had eaten so many seconals she was immobile, but the lure of the pretty queers and the one armed bandits called. I was nervous about her attempt to cross the still empty dance floor; after all, she was enormous and downed out into the next century. As usual, she would neither be dissuaded nor restrained. I watched in dread as she wavered across the room towards the slot machine, praying she would make it. She didn’t; nearly 400lbs of dead weight hit the floor, several slot machines hit tilt and faggots froze in place cocktails in hand, like stunned deer. Well, I had no choice but to claim her and eventually a few of the braver queers offered to help me to the car with her. In retrospect I believe it would have been easier to bring the car to her. Painfully we packed her in and returned to the motel where I left her in a queen sizes bed. I wanted dick, so I left her and drove back to the now crowded bar, found a cute guy, went to his place, did it and returned to the motel. Crashing from Dexedrine and distorted by seconals, I had to survey the scene twice to insure what I saw was real. The dirty dawn light vaguely illuminated a room that was to sum it up-trashed. But the worst image, the one forever frozen on the wastelands of my memory was this: The huge naked body of the wicked one lay wasted and prone half on, half off the queen size bed. Strewn about were various bathroom products- toothpaste, shampoo, other stuff-but the most noticeable was a can of Gillette shaving cream, which had been copiously sprayed on the fallen queen, and a glass coke bottle (12 oz. Size) protruding from her rectum.
No wedding took place in Reno that day.