Snippet 4

I am sitting there sipping my beer and I throw back the shot. The cool smokey flavor of the whiskey gave me that sweet burn that I loved so much. Too much really. Looking out the big front window who do I see struttin' down Court street but fucken' Louie Nerve. Jesus.

Louie went to Sacred Hearts with me and Mikey back in the day. He wasn't especially nervous. He just had the Tourettes and had to scream out curses every five seconds. Last I heard he was running errands for the old man in the social club. The sent him when they wanted to be subtle.

He opens the door and sreams at the top of his lungs "Bitch whore motherfucker."

Jed Camplet drops the glass he is polishing.

"Bobby fuckface, cocksucker, Mikey is waiting in park cunt licker." The Mexican cooks come out of the kitchen caring knives.

"Glad to see you keeping up you vocabulary there Louie. Where by Veranda."

"Pussy muffin eyeball cock. Yeah."

"Ok I be over there in a bit."

"Dick, asshole, fisting keyhole twat."

"Yeah Merry Christmas to you too." He turned and walked out. Even the cat was staring at him.