05/11/2019
another dream story hook...
Think Clint Eastwood from the 90s, an ageing enforcer type. His job was to kill prisoners after inviting them to a challenge game of ‘spade cricket’. They could run and attempt an escape at any time if they beat Clint but that meant he could pull out his gun and hunt you down. No prisoner ever made it.
One day Clint gets in trouble with the law himself and has to play ‘spade cricket‘ for his own life.
He does, facing his greatest student and escapes into world changed beyond recognition. For Clint has spent 39 years inside those walls, keeping the outside world safe. A world where men can no longer be men and everyone drinks free government approved coffee that tastes likes watered down piss but is available everywhere and without limit on little coffee conveyor belts built into walls and stairwells and tube trains.
After a car chase from one side of London to another in a 1980s TR7, Clint is forced to abandon the car on the edge of Fulham. This is a rough part of town where some men still think they’re men and hurl verbal abuse at Clint for his girly car and the mess of the crash he left behind. He is immediately pursued by a small crowd into an alley where a big fella confronts Clint, slapping Clint’s bruised shoulder in a threatening gesture.
“Touch me again and I’ll turn your balls into fucking mincemeat”, Clint warns.
So big fella tries again and Clint ducks the well broadcast right hook before landing his own right cross between the legs of the man mountain, like the final punch of a speedball session, rupturing the sad fucks testies instantly and shooting blood straightup the throat, spraying Clint‘a back through clenched teeth.
“Who’s fucking next?” Clint roars.
There was then a chase on foot into the city eventually leading to a beautiful gothic swimming pool. It looked like the natural history museum. For some reason, Clint was looking for an outside swimming pool but they had permanently closed it to the lower classes. Small detail, seemed important at the time.
Coffee was being delivered in little glass bulbs along the walls and stairwells.
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