Quasi Contractious

it was odd strange kinda unlike what you'd expect they sat and ate sushi, and dirty-rice while listening to polka wearing blue jeans and those pinkish purplish elastic like vests. they wore black cowboy boots and these cool looking native headdress's they discussed management styles and new and gifted prospects they were offering their service and expertise to those who wished to be greater those who lacked that certain appeal they humbled themselves and sat their eating and drinking in this place in the distant-boonie unreal. to create a reputation and have a lean trust to make what had been complicated easier with someone they could trust. Allying to have managerist assitance leaning on ever lasting arms they tossed to new begannings one took up a tuba and played a song. they looked thru the window it offered glances and curtained appearances only those on either side knew what was going on. don't let the jerk in the netted shirt here you he might have contact with the media we heard from our table those swollen muscled up hippies wore glasses to hide their face. the bald headed freak begged the other guy to be his manager or something I wanna see how this plays out. Monster storm abrewing we better get home!