"Howard Waldrop - Flying Saucer Rock & Roll" - читать интересную книгу автора (Waldrop Howard)

"Aww, they're just little kids," said another voice.
 "Who you callin' little, turd?" asked Leroy, shouldering his way between
Zoot and Cornelius's legs.

A wooooooo! went up from the dark, and the chains rattled again.

"For God's sake, shut up, Leroy!" said Ray.

"Who you people think you are, anyway?" asked another, meaner voice
out there.

"We're the Kool-Tones," said Leroy. "We can sing it slow, and we can
sing it low, and we can sing it loud, and we can make it go!"

"I hope you like that cigar, kid," said the mean voice, "because after we
piss on it, you're going to have to eat it."

"Okay, okay, look," said Cornelius. "We didn't know it was your turf. We
come from over in the projects and…"

"Hey, man, Hellbenders, Hellbenders!" The chains sounded like
tambourines now.

"Naw, naw. We ain't Hellbenders. We ain't nobody but the Kool-Tones.
We just heard about this place. We didn't know it was yours," said
Cornelius.

"We only let Bobby and the Bombers sing here," said a voice.

"Bobby and the Bombers can't sing their way out of the men's room,"
said Leroy. Slim clamped Leroy's mouth, burning his hand on the cigar.

"You're gonna regret that," said the mean voice, which stepped into the
flashlight beam, "because I'm Bobby, and four more of these guys out here
are the Bombers."

"We didn't know you guys were part of the Purple Monsters!" said Zoot.

"There's lots of stuff you don't know," said Bobby. "And when we're
through, there's not much you're gonna remember."

"I only know the Del Vikings are breaking up," said Zoot. He didn't
know why he said it. Anything was better than waiting for the knuckle
sandwiches.
 Bobby's face changed. "No shit?" Then his face set in hard lines again.
"Where'd a punk like you hear something like that?"

"My cousin," said Zoot. "He was in the Air Force with two of them. He
writes to 'em. They're tight. One of them said the act was breaking up