back in the day

Ray would give me frosty crumb cakes. They tasted good, one day old but still fine. My only job was to play defense. We had to keep Hot Dog away, she messed up business always. I loved her though she was my favorite. We had nothing against her she just liked to drink, but we wanted some frosty crumb cakes. Even though they were one day old they still tasted so sweet. We had a job and there was no way around it. It was us or her and she had spirits on her side "Thunderbird" and "Mad Dog 20-20" and all we had was the last of our "Midnight Dragon" to keep us going, but it had to be enough. We had a job to do and we did it well or we thought we did or knew how to, but shit Hot Dog is a tough mother. So this is the story of how Marlene aka Hot Dog kicked our ass. It is not pretty but it is true...