Virgin Ninja (5)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (5)"
   
   Bobby McQuade was the dude, the man, he practically shit ice cream; alas, he was a wiry guy with a broken-heart; moreover, a slump of an extra alley cat on them old HEATHCLIFF reruns, animated.
   Still, as did Jango Fett, Bobby McQuade harnessed his ethnicity, knowing the Irish had the spirit of imagination, fight, and adoration of Christ.  Thus, Bobby was A Okay, in a sense, that he let his Jungian onion peel take him into the potato days, remembering his lineage definitely survived a famine with exodus--James Joyce says a bard has three weapons:  Cunning, exile, and I forgot the other one; regardless, the best bard of the 20th Century knew:  Publish a book; next, you've pissed people off and have to run, unless you're a mad hermit, playing Tarot with yourself.
   Anyway, shaved head with a more than microscopic splotch of goatee, Bobby appeared semi- mystical, but was only fortified in his feeble strength by Christ.  He had a good jab though, and a broken front tooth to prove he had used it.  A scrapper, but melancholy always tempting; still, he was a cabbage, too stupid to be depressed, and easily underestimated.  
   When he first saw Joanna Blance laboring at SUBWAY, her forging a meatball with cucumbers and spinach for an omnivore lady, he was smitten by her Joan of Arc bob and explosion of flaxen girly curls; plus, her athletic frame, and weird vibration, as if the Beach Boys were playing 409 in the theater of his imagination.