Fallout (Crank 3)

At least we have a designated

parking spot in the alumni lot. People

are parked down the hill, a half mile

or more away. By the time they reach

us, they’re huffing and puffing.

Montana sympathizes. Long walk?

Well, come on over here and have

a hot dog and soda, on the X.

MOST OF THEM

Are already drinking beer.

But they take the dog, if only

for the chance to stand that

close to those amazing ta-tas.

I have to admit, Montana

is great advertising, if a mediocre

on-air personality. She knows

jack about music. She’ll probably

go on to fame and fortune as

a spokesmodel or something.

Anyway, I watch her work

the mostly male crowd until,

finally, a couple of cute girls

wiggle up to me. Are you Hunter

Haskins? says the curvy redhead.

’Cause I really love your show!

Yeah, agrees the slender brunette.

I listen every weekend. You’re good.

My turn to flirt. “Sweetheart,

I am so much better than good.”

Then I remember, “Hey, are you