Shredding in Squampton

Shredding in Squampton

The Morning started with a flash. I could here the pounding far off in my head, but i was unable to wake from whisky in-duced sleep. The pounding quickly got louder, slowly tearing me away from my haze of dreams. I opened my eyes, staring up at the paint and cob-web covered ceiling. However the pounding noise of my dreams started again. Damn door I thought. I awkwardly got out of my bed , my whole body aching for more sleep. The person pounding on the door sounded like they were giving it one last series of slightly louder blows before giving up. I forced my legs to carry me up the flight of stairs out of my dank basement dwelling. I darted across the dining room and in one smooth motion reached for the door and whipped it open. The stranger who was so persistently knocking had turned there back to the door, obviously giving up on it being answered. The man all of a sudden spun around sensing my presence. We locked eyes only for a second before both springing into action. He exploded at me like a grenade swinging a wild left hook . The stranger was surprisingly quick but not quick enough, I had already anticipated his next three moves and countered with a step to my right side and a quick Jab to the mans solar plexus, crumpling him over at the waste. I followed my strike up with a dive bomb punch to the back of his exposed neck. The man began to fall to the ground but before he hit I swiped him up by the ears, aligning his head for a well placed knee strike right to the tip of his nose. The mans face popped like a apple stuffed with a fire cracker. I let go of his body letting it slump down into the doorway. In my peripheral vision I picked up more movement out on the street . It was another man quickly approaching, but this man was different. Unlike the this previous visitor, his shoulders were relaxed, a casual snap in his stride. This new visitor obviously had a different agenda than my previous visitor.
He rounded the bush to my stairs and bounced up the flight towards me. He raised his eyes to meet mine. It was my good buddy Dan Gongross and he was here to go ride some Mountain bikes.
And so we did..... in Squamish.....and it was awesome