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Retirement [Adult]


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I knew the little bastid was totin',


hell anybody could see it in his swagger


as he came up the alley, him hoping


to collect the snuff without the bread.



Someone had stuck a snub-nose in his belt


at the back was my guess. I waited,


my back against the damp brick alley wall.




“Hey, Frank. Yer looking relaxed


for a man owes his balls or the vig


to the man.”




I dragged at my Camel


stub, then let it fall into waste water


trickling down a low groove in the


cobble-stones between dark walls.




Jimmy came too close, confident for a change.


When he got within reach, I snap-kicked


and broke his left knee with my steel-toe.




“Never saw that one coming did you,


you little shit?




As he buckled, trying to reach the


pistol, I right-crossed his left chin


and he went down solid on his fuckin’


head, not a yelp, to his credit.




They would know I could have killed


the toadie with one palm to his nose,


but I let him lie still after takin’ the blow


from inside his jacket, just like we’d made


the deal and he had run his fuckin’ mouth


one time too many. I kept the money


that would get me the fuck outta town.




I lit another butt and turned little Jimmy


over on his stomach with my boot to


check his wallet, knowing he didn’t have


jack shit, but reached under his jacket and took


the .38 Targus, five rounds in the chamber.


With the dum-dums it would bring a good


three hundred in another city.




North on the bus got me to Montreal,


where a scared little blonde bitch


put me up, keeping her yap shut like


I taught her years back.



When I woke up, she fixed me eggs and got the passport


and the bank box key. Five hundred


would keep her faithful, at least until I stashed


the blow and a few thou just in case.




My flight to Zurich and two double bourbons


helped me relax and plan how I was going to fix up


my mug, maybe get a local beret for good measure.




The 747 touched down gently, like my polished


wingtips when I boarded the transit bus to the terminal.


She stood there, blond and stacked, looking happy and more


as she stuck her lips on top of mine.

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

i had to read this a few times to get the gist of it. excellent story telling. each of the three times i read it, i was glued from beginning to end. thank you. by the way? you didn't get caught I take it?



Larsen M. Callirhoe

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I'm retired, Lash. :-8)

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Tink & Bren, I had no purpose except to see if I could write a dime novel in a few verses. Meaningless.

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Crap! You found me out, Tony. :ph34r:

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

ha, go fish!


and i will raise you the ante.



Larsen M. Callirhoe

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