(for clancy sigal) my ex-cop brother screws me over, so i go to his saloon, at foster and oakley, to have it out – we exchange words – i decide to punch him in the head, and start to walk around the bar to do so – his goons (regular customers) grab me and spread-eagle me on the pool table should we fuck him up, danny? nah, just throw him out they throw me into the yard behind the joint, a weed patch filled with bricks, broken glass, and dog shit – i pick up a brick and walk around, planning...Read More
Author: Patrick O'Hayer
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