The Milwaukee Steel Prayer

Almighty God, let us never be without Milwaukee thunder, or the wind in our face; never let us be without our brothers, inside and out; give the brothers unity, direction and safety; allow the brothers freedom to ride the asphalt of the fifty states while we proudly salute the American flag, honoring the stars and stripes forever, and last; let us pray for eternal peace so our brothers won't be lost to political foreign wars; Amen...[Sage Sweetwater]

...The Southern Comfort permeated his thirsty veins, racing visions of steel dreams through his intoxicated mind...

...Bats flew circles above the Vision Jammer, as he rode the moonlit asphalt hard and fast. Visions of a night-wandering seductress danced nude on a black-and-white-tile-checkerboard floor as shiny as the gold hoops piercing her nipples...

...He throttled down, and the Shovelhead ceased the euphoric thunder. The nicotine tasted sweeter than pralines, but when the Vision Jammer drank whiskey, all things tasted sweeter, especially the flesh of a hot woman...

...Cigarette smoke formed halos high in the bat-infested sky, ensnaring the bats, causing them to petrify, and fall to the damp foliage...

...The Cat's Eye splitting the Fat Bobs gleamed from the reflection of the moon, but Milwaukee Shine was brighter...

...In Nam, the Vision Jammer existed from self-teaching on the power of fantasy and illusion. It kept him alive, and delivered him home safe, but not sound. No vet ever came home sound. War fragment reminiscence collectively floated on top of what was left of gray matter...

...His war-stained hands pulled the Red Barons over his inflamed eyes, and he snugged the stars-and-stripes bandana around his scarred forehead, not about to lose a piece of America again...

...Ready for the freedom, liberty, and justice of the road, the weight of the shrapnel embedded in his right leg delivered a heavy kick, and thunder rolled. His nostrils flared in the wind to the sweet smell of Harley exhaust...

...The asphalt and moon turned red. Castle whores motioned to him from outside castle balconies. Unmistakable obscenities echoed through whoreland. Their soliciting voices sounded relentless, like the voice of his platoon sergeant, John Darrius Kalitzy---J.D. for short...

...A thumbs up sign was all he cared to offer. Out of appreciation to their bribe of white powder, he politely eased the throttle, and watched the moon reflect on their red mirrors. The snow lines dissipated into their racy bloodstreams. He smiled, and took his left hand off the grip, and plugged a nostril, as if he were indulging with these perfumed whore babies. To his surprise, one tossed down a vial of snow, and shouted from the powder slopes above, "One for the road!"...

...The Vision Jammer didn't do powder, but then again, he didn't do war until it was assigned to him. He thought cocaine paralleled with war, just different lines were used to fight the enemy...

...He laughed in the wind, knowing neither powder nor war had killed him yet, but war had tried---came damn close more bloody times than he cared to remember. His hard shell toted a disgusting amount of unwanted foreign steel---the proud, red, white, and blue result from enlisting for Uncle Sam...

...The asphalt hatched with annoying shrews. He flattened a few, but the more mouseketeers he pancaked, the more battered the highway. One of them lodged itself in the front wheel spokes, screaming its bloody life away. It was too much for the Vision Jammer. Nam severed his patience vein. It was now time to annihilate shrews...

...The rear brake was clogged with shrew stew. He mashed down on the forward-controlled brake, and finally loosened the bloody pile. He unlatched the saddlebags, and prepared for war with his trusty rodent plinker---an Intratec Tec-22 Scorpion...

...The 30-round extended clip magazine was empty before he could say Southern Comfort. Shrews laid lifeless, and their vile stench drifted east, along with the moon...

...Enough of these two nuisances---bats and shrews! He could see the necessity of whores. It could be that it was a mental test to endure the tempations of lust. Nothing could stifle his hunger. He thought she was dancing just for appreciation...

...The Vision Jammer did appreciate. War does that to you...makes you appreciate even your numb legs, steel plates, and crippled spine...

...He would make it to an all-night gas pump. He had to...she was waiting for him---somewhere---whoever she was...

...What! No slosh in the Fat Bobs? The Shovelhead burped after drinking the last reserve drop. Stranded without Jimmy Buffet in Margaritaville...

...He rolled out his mummy bag, and said his nightly prayer, even though he was stricken with the next obstacle. He smiled, knowing he was steel alive, and breathing freedom by dawn's early light...

...The bright, early morning sun reflected off the derby cover. He ate some cashews and drank a dose---a dose of post-war medicine---a lifetime prescription of Southern Comfort...

...It started to thunder, but the sky was clear. Milwaukee steel rain poured a couple of miles away. When it got to the Vision Jammer, he gave a thumbs up. It was an early Shovel. The draft-age kid walked over to inspect his problem...

..."Trouble?" asked the kid...

..."Yea, ran out of gas last night," the Vision Jammer told him, handing the kid a hit of his Comfort...

..."I was through here last night. I guess it's only been about five hours ago when I stopped and asked if you had trouble. You were so far gone and didn't move, but told me you ran dry. I siphoned in some of my gas to get you back in the wind," the kid said...

..."You put gas in my Bobs last night?" the Vision Jammer asked...

..."Yes sir, only after you said you'd appreciate it, then passed out. I figured you had a night with the whores."...

..."You know about the whores?" the Vision Jammer asked...

..."Yea, that castle cashes my pay check. Didn't need 'em last night, though."...

..."Why's that?" asked the Vision Jammer...

..."Just around the corner, there's a neon mansion all lit up. Some new, lonely fox moved in---decorated it all up. She claimed she heard thunder last night and came out wearin' just a set of nipple rings. She invited me inside and we danced the Milwaukee fox trot on a black-and-white-checkerboard floor."...

...The Vision Jammer just laughed. He'd watch her dance another night---now that he knew where she was. It was time to buy another bottle of breakfast---it was time to fly...

...The kid's knees were in the breeze with the Vision Jammer's, until the kid downshifted at the big red light. The castle whores loved youth, and youth loved the castle whores...

..."One for the road!" the Vision Jammer told his son, just because he appreciated his own blood and youth...

..."Thanks, ol' man---see ya at home," the kid hollered in the red breeze...

...The power of Harley fantasy and Davidson illusion is how the Vision Jammer spends his days and nights. The corridors of a veterans hospital is his road, and the iron he rides is a wheelchair...

...His Comfort is a trip he's allowed to take twice a month, from a bottle locked in the administrator's post-war-medicine cabinet, with his name taped around the label to identify his prescription brand...

...Nam permanently disabled the Vision Jammer, but he laughs, because he still has a perfect mind that allows him to feel the wind in his face from his pre-Nam-Harley-riding days...

...It's time to fly. The brothers brought him Comfort. The sour mash permeated his thirsty veins, racing visions of steel dreams...Copyright Sage Sweetwater aka Keysta D. Lorean 1987-2012 year of Mayan Prophecy
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Screenplay Adaptation by Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Sage Sweetwater

FADE IN:

Insert: Year 1991 PERSIAN GULF WAR DESERT STORM

AMERICAN SOLDIERS are fighting the enemy on the foreign battlefield. They are dressed in GRAY and BLACK CAMMOS and helmets. They have black smeared under their eyes. They are equipped with MILITARY RIFLES. They are wearing SHELL BELTS and outfitted with typical military arms and equipment.

AUDIO NOTE: (Artillery fire is LOUD.)

A BLACK MUSHROOM CLOUD hangs in the air heavy from the oil field bombings.

BRICK buildings have crumbled partially.

A soldier is being carried on a gurney by two soldiers. They are moving fast to get the wounded soldier and themselves out of the line of fire.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ROOM OF A DICTATOR - DAY

SADDAM HUSSEIN walks into a RICHLY GOLD-DECORATED room with a LONG POLISHED WOOD TABLE and MANY CHAIRS. There is a large PICTURE OF SADDAM HUSSEIN dressed in his ORNATE dictator haberdashery hanging on the wall. Saddam takes out a LARGE STACK of MONEY from his the ELABORATELY DECORATED POCKET ON HIS CHEST. He walks to the window and looks out all while playing with the bills fanning the stack. He paces back and forth in front of the window. He puts the stack of money back in his pocket.

CLOSE ON -- The BLACK MUSHROOM CLOUD from the oil field bombings FROM THE INSIDE WINDOW VIEW.

CLOSE ON -- BINOCULARS on the long table.

Saddam Hussein picks up the binoculars and walks back to the window looking out at the BLACK MUSHROOM CLOUD.

CLOSE ON -- His BIG SMIRK WIPED ACROSS HIS MUSTACHED FACE.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WAR ZONE BATTLEFIELD FRONT LINE - DAY

Insert: Year 2010 IRAQ WAR

AMERICAN SOLDIERS are fighting the enemy on the foreign battlefield. They are dressed in TAN CAMMOS and HELMETS. They have black smeared under their eyes.

AUDIO NOTE: (Artillery fire is LOUD.)

A GRENADE has just blown up. There is YELLOW and GREEN SMOKE creating a chaotic fog. SOLDIERS are running. SOLDIERS are WOUNDED.

BRICK buildings have crumbled partially.

A soldier is being carried on a gurney by two soldiers. They are moving fast to get the wounded soldier and themselves out of the line of fire.

SUPERIMPOSE:

AMERICAN FLAG FURLING.

LAP DISSOLVE:

EXT. BIKERS RIDING HARLEYS DOWN THE HIGHWAY - DAY

Insert: YEAR 2020 USA

Hundreds of BIKERS on their HARLEY’S are traveling on the highway to the WASHINGTON D.C. MEMORIAL WALL where the VETERANS are buried.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. MEMORIAL WALL - SAME

Bikers are lined up in front of the wall with the names of the veterans. There are FLOWERS placed at the bottom base of the black granite wall.

CLOSE ON -- OUTLAW sets down at the base of the WALL a STUFFED TOY DOG with a RED, WHITE AND BLUE BANDANA tied around its neck.

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