Cobra's Wasabi: American Church Fiction

Time-capsule tell of a 21st-Century (American) city billiards/vigilantism 'expression' for underworld fence-make of Earthling 'helmets' for doubt.

City vigilance 'magnet' paint, for your Manic Monday. Happy Holidays, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative crime-fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Let me tell you my American Homeland urban vigilante 'image' tale of how I transformed myself into a teacher/entertainer into a crime-underworld engagement 'artist' for masked used of water-guns loaded with HCL. I had coordinated a special inner-city billiards-hall Fridays tourney-for-teens, weekly, for reduction in night-wandering urges of criminality seething in the brains of youth today beset by 21st-Century social media/networks 'angst' for anti-capitalism 'jitters' made by new Earth 'troubles' like homegrown terrorism and worldwide commerce/customs worries like Russia-Ukraine and the Coronavirus. This tourney was great, and I doubled (secretly) while the youngsters played pool and I hyped/advertised the social festive events outside the pool-hall in a street-theater mask and costume for charade-arts of invitation and friendship gestures, a 'cool' clown (Facebook-like!)."

"The tourney was an awesome if populations-modest but proud success, and it made social media chatter in the city and City-Hall about use of social arenas and hyped-activities for city-traffic imagery for hospitality and education/vitality. However, a horrid diamond clan of the underworld, for smuggling and bad storages/motions and black market activity, led by the ruthless/calculating 'Baroness' rose to prominence and started sending ghouls to mock our pool-hall gatherings in the streets outside our venue (damn). I decided to become a protective-vigilante, loading water-guns (inserted with thin-glass tubes in the shooting-piston) with HCL, and shooting the tires of the vans with the Baroness' ghouls driving-up to our pool-hall to make the city feel somehow more...sinister (wow)."

BARONESS: That clown shooting our van-tire with acid was the pool-hall artist?

BODYGUARD: We think this artist was employed by the teacher or self-poised.

BARONESS: So, the clown once making simple street-art is now vigilante!

BODYGUARD: The shooting of tires with acid is making gossip about jokes, hon.

BARONESS: Sure, no one's hurt, and the clown bikes-away post-shootings.

BODYGUARD: The teens of the city post, "Pool HCL-safe with Baroness-laughter!"

BARONESS: Determine if the pool-clown is the very-same teacher (masked).

BODYGUARD: Facebook-like, hell-lady (for the Ego).

"Friends, boy, the Baroness was angry (ha). She knew all the 'chatter' about her ruffians getting their transport-vans shot with HCL was surefire laughter in the streets that would dilute her (dark) street-aura for visage. I had imagined she wished to re-present herself as some comics 'character' for leviathan/uncertainty. She never resolved if I was the same-teacher who was the clown with acid-guns, as even my own pool-teens and hall-manager were unaware (ok). I always kept the secret, as a billiards-Santa of sorts in the American Homeland. I re-tell this urbanization-vigilance 'faerie-tale' in this buried time-capsule for future world archaeologists to make 'cool' discovery of things of population-control (and cyber-'dowry') field goals for simplified 'know' actions, designed to take the 'jungle' out of the cement-and-cedars of the great American city (Facebook-like!)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)