Adventures of The Gang of Four...

The night was clear and approaching a full moon as The Gang of Four searched for prey in the bowels of Anacortes and found one, as Steve-O was his name-O. We collapsed upon him in the confinements of a bar and flooded him with talk of art and ships and even threats of bad poetry. He surmised our plan to force him from a comfortable drunkin stupor and he dashed out the door, zigging and zagging through the alleys as we stalked and called his name. Alas, he was too fleet of foot and The Gang of Four too full of belly. The Gang of Four was not distressed though, for there is always another time and place and never a shortage of prey.