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10th St. Wolfpack Is Bad! [MultiFormat]
eBook by Gene O'Neill
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Horror
eBook Description: A gang eventually demonstrates the startling truth about the bio-engineering required to survive in a dystopian future San Francisco.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Grand Struggle, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [208 KB], eReader (PDB) [31 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [18 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [17 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [77 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [88 KB], hiebook (KML) [48 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [40 KB], iSilo (PDB) [15 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [19 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [46 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [27 KB]
Words: 5172
Reading time: 14-20 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Me and Sweet Jane were lying naked on our backs on a blanket up on the roof of Le Grande Hotel after a little one-on-one, watching the stars blinking out in the fog that rolled in from the Bay and settled over the City. Replaying last night's major go-around with the Fillmore Panthers--both gangs, the whole maryanne. Man, we stomped the shit out of them boog mother-fuckers, claimed twenty pairs of new Korean sneakers and twenty vids, including four primos: The Blackboard Jungle, Clockwork Orange, Boyz N The Hood, and Colors. Oh. yeah!
But you gotta bring ass to kick ass, and the Pack didn't come away clean--lost Silk and the Shady Lady, both of them probably on ice by now in one of the Nippo body shops in the BART tunnel under Market Street. And most everyone else in the Pack hurting for certain. In fact, I got tore up myself, which was why I was just admiring Sweet Jane's ample set of gorgeous lungs instead of going for my usual best two-out-of three.
Man, she was really stoked, rolling over on her tummy, flicking her braided auburn queue over her shoulder, and glancing at me with her special look, her eyes glowing in the dim light like green fire, as she did her main rap about maybe now was the right time to press for a ban on the gangs using the body shops, time to reduce the casualties in a go-around.
I'd heard it all a hunnerd times.
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