Cruzin at break-neck speed the wrong way up Beretania en route to the university on his cherry-restored kawasaki 375 streetbike with a million things to do and half as many things racing about in his mind, Professor Soup suddenly cuts a hard left into a small alley that leads down the back entrance to a local dive named, with the warmest of affections, for the much loved & fabled Toast of the Town -- Anna Banana.

Passing a giggling circle of backlot Smokers, The Professor entered a darkened hallway that led into a somewhat less darkened cavernous pub that glistened with tiny white string lights as an 'ethnic' guitarist, busy dodging passing darts, stroked the strings of His Lady to the tune of Sad-Eyed-Lady-of-the-Lowlands; the aromas of burritos, spilt Elephant Beer and spent-ciggies filled what barely passed for what the Happy Band within considered to be 'air'.

Taking a seat in a thatched back booth, The Professor squints as his eyes adjust to the din of the den, focusing on the den's mid-aged matron as she makes her way across the floor with a green glass candle and a tray of elixirs which accompany the familiar big-eyed, large featured toothy-smile that illuminate and accentuate the polynesian-filipina charm of her freckled-sienna aura; the tiny white ceiling lites complimenting the array of tiny pikake that are webbed & weaved tightly throughout the long thick auburn tresses of her sun-burnished mane.

Lighting the candle, the matron's smiling eyes rise up to meet the Professor's whose own orbs drift up from the comforting & generous fill of Chi-Chi's bundled within the Lady's skimpy halter; over the years she's come to understand well her clientel's universal reaction to be both natural and narcotic at once -- she has sold a whole lotta tamales.

ANNA BANANA: (a low voice muffles the coy laughter)

"Well Professor - - it's rather early in the day to be cutting the dust, yeah ?"

PROFESSOR SOUP: (mirrors her widening cheshire smile)

"Anna, I've quite had enough of this work 'thing' .. had quite enough of all this 'Civilization' stuff, as well. What say you & I hop the Cal-40 and cruise off into the sunset later on?"

ANNA BANANA: (giggles)

"You never give up, mi amigo. - - You'll be having The Usual this hour ?"

PROFESSOR SOUP: (brows rise with the smack of his lips)

"A lovely pair of 'CHI-CHI's' ... for starters, should do nicely, mi amiga."

** From her tray, Anna Banana places two frosted, short-stemmed, voluptuous Italian Glass gobblets before her friend, then leans forth to pour from seperate flasks, one-part chilled Coconut Milk and one-part iced Pineapple Juice to two parts Barcardi white rum; then -- drawing a long fragrant cinnamon-stick from the cleavage of her brite-yellow halter -- the propriator slowly stirs then drop-plops the stick -- which momentarily bobs before vanishing within the bubbly tropic-soup.

Quaffing one of the CHI-CHI's, The Professor licks the sweet milkened rum from his upper lip and gazes over to the bar where a wrinkly, beligerant, bleery-eyed, sodden Granola-Mint-Smoothie Fiend has begun bleating out the timeless karmic poisons of a long ancient lineage of Manifold Sour-Pussed Souls. The rising puritanical torque of his free-for-all indictments have begun to grate on the line of Troglodytes who line the bar, otherwised focused on the Olympics.

SELF-CRAZED HEALTH-NUT: (shouts heard across the pub)

"... Alcohol is a solvent !! -- It breaks down the molecular bonds. -- blah-blah -- So Cretins !! Enjoy the premature aging of Your Organs and Skin. .. Those Wrinkles will add character and gravitas which Salon writers are desperately in need of. -- blah-blah -- Your Brain runs on Sugar, ya know. When it gets alcohol instead of sugar it does not perform well. -- blah-blah -- Excessive alcohol consumption damages brain tissue."

** The Troglodytes, with wrinkled hardened brows & contorted snarls, quickly begin to encircle The Nut's barstool **

SELF-CRAZED HEALTH-NUT: (defiantly rubbing his nose in a biker's chin)

"But what do I care? ... I have The Advantage -- AND -- I look 10-years younger than "You People." ... Infactamento, I would bet you Troglodytes have even MORE wrinkles than I do ... HA !!"

ANNA BANANA: (reaches into her apron for her cell)

"Oh dear, ... it looks as though I better call officers Toodie & Muldoon again. Its way too early on a Saturday to start sweeping up broken glass & disfigured extremities."