CHAPTER 30
Bob Miller saw to it that all of the Fuglies made it back to the states safe and sound. But the only problem? Not all of them wanted to get off of Pterodactyl. A handful of them were still having just too much fun. The majority of them had no choice but to go back to their meaningless jobs in the U.S but what about the ones that Bob had recruited that didn't have jobs in the first place? They still insisted on hanging out with Bob. One of the Fuglies that insisted on staying on the ship was none other than Rual Jones. A 30 year old black man with a dirty sense of humor that had been a city boy all of his life. He was very much intrigued by Dirty Bird. Found Bob Miller very much of a fascinating person. Rual couldn't help but make his way up to the cabin of the ship to pay his respects to Dirty Bird.
Bob greeted him with a very firm handshake. He had lost interest of the usual fist pound greeting over the years.
"Rual my man....what can I do for ya bud?"
Rual Jones couldn't help but show off his sparkly golden grill revealing embossed tiny dollar signs between his teeth. He placed a second hand over top of the handshake to show just how pleased he was to be meeting in person the notorious one and only Dirty Bird.
"Hey yo Bird Man....ya know you're not the first Bird Man I've met ya know."
Bob Miller chuckled. He knew this statement to be entirely true. "I know that already Rual...there's been aplenty Bird Mans before me...that's why I am dubbed Dirty Bird instead."
Rual shook his head no. "Nuh uh brotha....already know about the Dirty Birds...they a tough ass motorcycle gang been around for a minute...you affiliated wit dem?"
Bob shook his head no. "My nickname was bestowed upon me behind my back many years ago without me knowing it....there's really a motorcycle gang out there called the Dirty Birds? They as bad ass as the Hells Angels?"
Rual chuckled and slid his long ebony fingers down his face to hide his expression. "Man I dunno brotha but hey...for real....any chance you can drop me back off at the Island for a minute?"
Bob was curious. "Why?"
Rual smiled. "It just so happens my former prosecutor from many years ago is amongst what you call them Wolves you left back there."
"Who? What prosecutor?"
Rual chuckled once again. "He ain't no prosecutor any more...got bumped up to a judge in 2008...his name Judge Watts....he took his lovely wife Annabell along wit him....they still on yo Island."
Dirty Bird was trying to gauge where Rual was going with this. He placed a hand on Rual's shoulder. "Bud the whole entire Island has hidden spy cams everywhere on it...even some hidden in the trees....because it's My island I'm still responsible for the welfare of those assholes I left over there."
Rual made a funny snorting noise and danced a few steps backward. "Geeshhh..sheeqeess...geeshhh...ssskkk!" He squawked while placing his hands along his knees.
"I ain't gonna hurt them brotha!!! I just wanna help the ratings for yo TV show...I know my homies back in Detroit gotta be watching this shit...a bunch of government assholes trapped on an island with a volcano about to erupt...people gonna be watching this shit...I wanna spice it up...you know...get mines in that's all...get mines in while I can Dirty Bird."
Bob laughed. "I'm curious now...what Judge Watts ever do to you?"
Rual scrunched up his face. "Man back when dat nigga was a prosecutor he put me away for 9 months on a meaningless parole violation."
"For what?"
"Indecent Exposure. That's what."
Bob wasn't really a big fan of those drunk whackos he often heard about exposing their private parts to little girls just riding their bicycles.
"You mean like whipping it out in front of some little kids?"
"Oh HELL no! It wasn't like that! Wasn't no little kids around. Happened in Juanita County back in the day. Mudda fucking cop that arrested me back in 98 was stalking me...you know how they do... I had just left the Irish pub on foot and couldn't find anywhere else to go....those sandwhich shops don't open until noon...you know how they do."
Bob nodded his head. He knew all too well what Rual was talking about. Nothing like being stuck in the city with nowhere to go potty and nothing has opened up yet.
"Why didn't you just go back to the bar?"
Rual shook his head no. "Had a lot to drink that morning...never would have made it."
Bob scratched his forehead while trying to piece the story together. He had witnessed drunks in Las Vegas urinating on the streets all the time. Nobody ever seemed to care. He placed his hand back on Rual's shoulder.
"So how did Judge Watts end up doing you my good man?"
It still made Rual sick just thinking about it. "Nine months in the county....solitary confinement on top of that...took nine months before my case even made it before a judge....mother passed away while I was in. I couldn't make it to my own mother's funeral....All for pissing in a dark alley."
The Bird Man grieved momentarily with his newly found Fugly that had wondered astray.
"If you wanna spice up this little show of ours you have my blessings....you said Judge Watts has a cute lil shorty of a wife eh?"
Rual came to with smiles. "She's a cute one alright....I can mow yards ya know....I'm sure the grass is getting pretty high over there." He giggled.
Bob gave another playful pat on the shoulder.
"I'm not sure how you plan to entertain them....just don't try anything stupid you know....don't forget....everything over there is being recorded."