Surfin' USA

"Dive!" she shouts, knowing full well that I'll take the brunt of the pain.

Like lightning, it hits, shooting up my elbow and down my spine.Strangers hands, grope and squeeze every inch of my backside, causing my anxiety to rise, but I stay afloat above the sea of neo-punk monsters.

She falls hard, on top of me and rolls to her back.  Festering punk-heads move from my body to hers, as I start to sink into the crowd. She extends her ring pop hand, so we don't separate, but I feel the crowd flock to her.

Touching,
feeling,
molesting,
violating her.

I try to sit up, but my weight causes me to sink more.

I feel the crowd below me get restless.  One leg drops to the floor like the Titanic.

"Diz!" she screams, as she's carried off, my amazon princess offered up to the gods.

A second wind ignites the room and I'm thrust back into the air.

I fly for a split second, before crashing head first into a pile of Mohawks.  Angrily, they roll me toward the front of the crowd, spitting in my face and dowsing me in warm beer.

My journey's ended, as two mack truck security guards grab me by the neck and pull me down from the crowd.

I'm escorted back to the masses where Shandi waits.  She lip locks me, numbing any soreness I might have had.

"Go again?" she balks.

"Hell yeah."