Mongrels of Mischief: An Introduction Into Mischief Pt 1

It was somewhere in Cambridge, when the amalgam of substances began to cloud our judgment. The changes were between vague and blatantly obvious, but we were masters at this terrifying craft. A small dose of opiates added with at least two beers causes a distorted reality. Nothing too off the wall except for the truth in knowing you can’t fly among the stars above the mortals. Four misguided miscreants let loose upon the England populous. God help poor Britannia! Usually at the helm of this godforsaken voyage, was Tony. His plans were often of ridiculous proportions many which either involved an attractive woman or a ruckus full of dangerous consequences. A vulgar yet honest vagrant. Dante was a force to be reckon with. Not only did he talk a big game, but he also delivered. He was a Ciroc and Patron connoisseur with a knowledge of the appropriate attire for any occasion. A savant of the good life. Rico was small but dangerous. A mellow individual with words cool enough to give the devil a cold shoulder. The cool head amidst our savage expeditions except when the spirits possessed him causing a unique transformation. A human wrecking ball of loose inhibitions. Finally, there was me. A laid back but slightly eccentric hedonist. Forever seeking for any instant gratification and always serving a dish of offbeat worldly wisdom to the masses. An aimless joker who does what he please. The streets of Cambridge are gruesome at night. All types of freaks, monsters and nutcases under the guise of party addicts fiending for the next fix. We were just like these misfits only further down the rabbit hole. What seemed like a stroll into the seedy nightlife soon became a submersion into another dimension. Our mannerisms became over exaggerated. The pleasant embrace of euphoria was as if the good Lord touched the depths of our souls. Warmth, peace and relaxation…. Tranquility of mind, body and spirit… A transcendence into Nirvana… Thanks to the sweet nectar from the land of milk and honey. Mother of God, this was amazing! This is a high we didn’t want to come down from! To onlookers we were madmen; a product of the uncanny side of the spectrum. However, little did they know we were gods among mortals. Our illuminating vibe attracted a group of voluptuous women. In this instant, Tony decided to seize the moment. Using charms only he could apply, he stated a question: “Hey! What that mouth do?” The lovely raven-haired woman of the group responded with an immediate action of a lustful kiss. It was a mixture of seductive and sensuous with a spontaneous flair. The woman replied, “That’s what my mouth does.” Tony was at a loss for words. I had full belief this woman was a man-eater. Somehow with a simple kiss she managed to swallow Tony whole. After the encounter, the group vanished within the night. Cheshire cat grins encompassed our faces. Even though this event was minor, we knew it was the beginning to a series of outlandish events.