Bad Men; Continued:

Day 3,200, 11:42 Published in USA USA by Jimmy Cincinnati

*Over the mountain and into a sea of lights, we drove. The sign said, Welcome to LA. Now, go home.
I filled my lungs with dose of smog and took a journey, down the 10.
I was making good time because rain had followed me across the desert and it was keeping most people from driving. Then, a speeding Corvette crashed into the divide. It's wheel flew off and struck another car.*

*I reached my brother's house, ahead of scheadule. There were some utility vehicles in the driveway and several working class Hispanic Men stood among them. My brother sat on the balcony, smoking a spliff.*

-Cliff-
@ what are you doing here?

-Jimmy Cincinnati-
I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by.

-Cliff-
Well, c'mon up!
@ EVERYBODY; THAT"S MY LITTLE BROTHER!

-Jimmy Cincinnati-
How do I get in?

-Cliff-
I sent Slick, to show you in. Don't tip him.


*I was greeted by a thin man, with long hair. He was well dressed, clean shaven and had a slight accent.*

-Pansty DeFlunky-
Can I help you with those bags?

-Jimmy Cincinnati-
I got it! Can you get one of my wife's bags?

-Patsy DeFlunky-
You are a fighter; No?

-Jimmy Cincinnati-
Did my brother tell you that?

-Patsy DeFlunky-
I can tell you are a fighter.

-Jimmy Cincinnati-
My brother already told me not to tip you.