Voltaic Junkyard--Staubach & Hail Mary

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Staubach & Hail Mary"
   
   Adam knew Sheila was correct, sir; however, he had more folks and fairies after him than his sister, and as Darth Vader wisely instructed:  "It is unwise to lower your defenses."
   Oh well, the Datsun was up and running, a little 4-speed 240Z, and while not having the Grand National fixed up yet, the rascally rice burner still provided smooth cushion and a squirrel's bolt out of the nut-field.  
   Adam was on his way to visit Roger, a janitor addicted to asphyxiating himself with high-levels of bleach, making sure no jungle rot resided in his scrubbed toilet bowls--Roger was an All Pro in bathroom fumigation.  He was named after Mr. Staubach, the true Dodger, having invented the Hail Mary Pass while wearing the number 12, closing his eyes as the pocket collapsed on the gladiatorial turf; moreover, launching a lethal pigskin skywards and invoking the Queen of Heaven for six points.  He would've been the first QB to rush for a thousand yards if the Old Man in the hat (Tom Landry) would've let him call his own plays like Bradshaw did.  
   It wasn't an action-packed friendship--Adam and Roger I'm talk'n.  Just two loners looking lost at the neon-lit bar--two beers, getting in; next, getting out, and swiftly getting back to their habitats and locking their doors.  Adam was cool with low-key, and he had never kissed a girl that he had wanted to.  The last kiss he gave a dame was followed by a quick wash of LISTERINE, and he spit it out on his own shoes; then, had to wash them too.  It's not easy being crazy.  At least Adam felt safe with his sister.  Sheila could drop five men with her furious fists, having studied martial arts in the theater of her own mind, being born blessed with photographic reflexes; indeed, she could precisely mimic Bruce Lee, and not give a damn about the destructive damage she caused.  Adam liked that about her.  Liked it plenty.  For her fisticuffs were used only for Freedom's sake.