' Hankie and Frankie wuz here' was painted on the guard rail at the very end of the road on the Torch Keys.
Hankie and Frankie essentially lived like wild dogs........... humping a lot and foraging in trash cans....
There was someone in the big old painted yellow home place on the Little Torch Keys Last night........... with us...........
My girlfriend and I heard a noise in the house .......... while sleeping in the back bedroom.... someone was in the house with us.... unannounced........... super creepy.........
Getting up... with no gun or a flash light in the pitch dark... we walked through the house in the blackness listening and smelling.... sniff, sniff...........
Out in the kitchen there was a skillet on the stove with the electric burner on but nobody there.... as if someone had just been there trying to cook an egg.
Out into the yard... and past the bushes we went ........ out came the wild black dogs first.... they seemed non aggressive except for the one... seemed he was interested in nipping..... at my feet, I had to keep bopping him in the nose.... back boy.... back.... then he would snarl and frighten me.
Then I heard my girlfriends voice call out... over here over here... I think there is something back in the bushes....
A stink .... emanated .... 'come out I can smell you in there'.......... I voiced....
A young couple...both filthy and she in a white dress with a little turned up nose, they could not of been out of their 20's .... I immediately felt the potential to grow aroused with her.... the little seeming tramp... but thought better of it... looking at Hankie especially.... he was no push over... a stout tough portly little bastard with sandy blonde hair and.... sporting a knife... also her lover I suspected .... I will leave her alone for now I thought......... but later who is to say?
The first thing Hankie said was 'I have killed a man before'... that is when I thought to say 'Well , do you feel sorry about it....? Hankie said 'yes'... and then I asked him why he had done that? He said 'we came to a stale mate.. .... ' there was no option it was him or me.'
I asked him would you do it again? Frankie said 'NO' he would run first next time... well what is done is done and don't do it again... and forget about it.... I guess, I said , 'who am I to tell you?
You see Hankie and Frankie were on the run... living in the woods........and prowling and burgling houses.... foraging to survive... on the outskirts of society.......... on these once true islands once upon a time they were not interconnected with a road like now........... just sailing smacks and the like.... no 911, Sea Tow or Boat U.S.
all types have passed through here over the centuries .... these destitute Islands behind the facade of a pasted on smile with a leaky sewer pipe...... off the Gulf Stream and marked on the earliest of charts as the 'LOS Martyrs ' with good reason.
Hankie and Frankie Wuz here...
