ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 2, CHAPTER 7. (standard:humor, 1543 words) [7/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Zil	Added: Jun 13 2012	Views/Reads: 1938/1568	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Roger pays a visit to The Soft-Hearted Whores Club.

SEVEN 

Not for the first time in his life and certainly not for the last, Roger
was stunned. “My God! That was a, that was a--” 

“Land mine!” Hub Cap finished for him, laughing. 

“Yes, a land mine,” Roger agreed. “Well that was pretty gruesome.” 

“Hell, the bro jus protectin his land,” said Hub Cap. 

“But I thought Uhuruland was a democracy?” 

“Well, bits of it is an bits of it ain't.” 

“The bits of those youths floating in the river probably don't think
it's a democracy.” 

Hub Cap laughed. “Hey, that was pretty good, Roga!” 

Roger grinned. “I still don't understand. Why was Clarence using land
mines?” 

“Well Clarence grows the best ganja on Uhurulan. Them bad asses always
tryin to steal it. So he jus protectin his crop. Seems fair to me.” 

“Hmm. Well I suppose if you look at it that way then it is. What is this
ganja anyway?” 

“It's a plant, bro. A beautiful plant. You mix some of it wit tobacco an
smoke it.” 

“And what does it do?” 

“Gets you high, man! Floatin. Mellow. Things change. Specially sex.” 

Roger frowned. “Well that won't change for me,” he complained. “I'm not
getting any.” 

“You can try some lata.” 

“What, sex or ganja?” Hub Cap laughed and slapped him on the back.
“Actually, bro – both!” 

Roger smiled a big smile. “Really!? Why that's terrific!” 

Chatting away, the two of them strolled on and soon reached the small
town. 

“Well this is New Harlem, bro,” Hub Cap told Roger. “We callin it afta
the old Harlem back on Eart.” 

Roger looked round. Tatty run-down shops, tatty run-down roads, tatty
run-down people. ‘New Harlem?' he thought. ‘More like Run-Down Harlem.' 
He didn't want to offend Hub Cap however so he nodded politely. “Yes, 
it's very nice,” he said, lying convincingly. 

“Shua is!” Hub Cap said, grinning. “This is whea the regula folks live.
Back in the village the bros likes to be close to natcha. In town hea, 
the bros likes to be close to all the amenities, like.” 

“Oh yes? Like what?” 

“You know, topless joints, strip clubs, pussy parlours, blue move
houses, sex shops, gambling joints, bars, liquor stores, good 
weed...oh, an groceries.” 

Harlem was indeed as Hub Cap had described. As Roger looked round more
closely he could see shop after shop with sex toys, blue movies and 
various types of skimpy female underwear in the windows. 

Next to these were strip clubs and topless bars, closed till darkness
fell. A couple of gambling joints had opened for early customers and 
the liquor stores and bars were already busy. Oh and a couple of people 
were buying groceries. 


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