A.G.E's Joint

Classic Music Deters Drug Dealers One of my guilty pleasures is weird news. Using aggregators like FARK , I get my dose of the strange and scary on a daily basis. It allows me to laugh when time won't let me watch television or read.  Anyway, I was looking at the above captioned article, showing the efforts a certain unnamed Monsieur used to chase drug dealers away from his building.  The dealers were so caught up and lost in their vices , they couldn't stand it and they left.  The comments from Farker's gallery had some glorious puns over how after five minuets after the music stopped they would be back and the like. But it got me thinking. What about having this service available for the general public. We'll call it KMZT. All Mozart. All the time.  With a catalog that will only repeat itself once a year. And we'll get Charles Osgood to be the announcer. Or James Earl Jones.  But not Alec Baldwin, he's an ass. And the glorious sounds will e...

The piano sat in the corner. She approached it with no illusions.  She knew why she was here.  First the music, then the music of a different sort.  He paid well.  And it helped he was quite fit and handsome.  As her hands stretched in anticipation, she remembered the first time she had done this.  She gave herself to her patron and suitor.  The scent of his lavender and sweat as he joined her on the bench.  A gentle brush against her hair as she turned to his mouth.  All the rest is a blur of pain and pleasure.  And when they had finished, he pressed warm towels against her soreness.  And her path was set. And here she was again.  Mozart began to rise softly from the sound board.  There was a thrill of expectation as she waited for him.  She stopped a moment.  She needed a second to breathe.  Music resumed and the door opened softly behind her.  He stepped around and took the seat next to her o...