take no more than 3 days off. return is hell. speaking of which 103- 107 heat
index. 3 mile ). so hot I half hallucinated my puke turning to scrambled eggs,
on the parking lot driveway. didn't help my AC was broken in the truck.
I improvised ,wet a towel and utilized a little evaporative cooling tech.
the fan was still working. I went by the cantina. yeah, one of the girls
was out sweeping the sidewalk in front of the diner, which is next
to the porn shop ,where the ladies get half naked and objectify men.
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I'm not a hater.i was there to ask her out on a dinner date and give her some
red roses, in the hopeful attempt to convert her by charm,from the dark side.
it was a full moon, and she looked incredible. her black Castilian hair,
cascading gently over bare shoulders; parted like the still waters of the lake,
one side of her hair went down her back, the other gently caressing her Breast.
I knew that if I kissed her lips just once , only once, passionately. I would no longer be the enemy. I wanted to help her over the trauma of working for the
fuzz. kinda a fuzz consolation prize.
she was the honey that wanted me to go down town.the barbers shop was closed.
I figured she ate tacos ,we could share a taco or I could really impress her,
and give her a crisp five dollar bill and let her know what the specials are.
I came out of the Cantina after learning yeah it was a fix up all right.
I decided to leave .im sure bosses didn't like my going after their little helper,
to see if she'd sing a tune. in retrospect,she should have been taken down ,
she's a lookout .I must be careful now. I'm in the ' crazy zone ' .
I initially walked into the pawn and she went to the back. I wanted a chat . but not now.I jus asked why the barber was closed. the owner manager and help stood armed outside swinging there dicks in the wind (brandishing their sidearms).is of no importance / any significance , musta been, about every 25 years maybe. sine there was a shooting or major gun play here. the guys are white collar hoods.
I looked at them and they both looked like well dressed golfers w/out the golf
stuff. all smiles. word gets around, I split .and ,noticed the guys were clean cut. one may have been vice or retired cop.he left w/ a young Hispanic female.
I went ,came back about 10 later, after I strapped on a hip pack . I was bored and embaressed from the thought of having been set up. so i wanted a pissing contest. i abruptly walked in the front door ,he noticed and immediately looked at my hip pack. I grinned . he asked if I found the barber and I said no.I asked about the scooter and if it had papers; a license he said no. only 800 mile he chimed in ,so I asked about a warranty .none.
do you know the owner of the shop on the end ?
no. how about manager of this strip mall?. yeah, I am.
I rent the spaces .Im very curious if you knew the owner.
he said no.that was it. I was bladder empty, that was my leverage ,
to let him know, I knew "the deal " ( quoting myself I'm that confident)
it was getting more clear, that a gumshoe like me would naturally leave a bad taste in his mouth , and word gets out . Im not the man ,I'm not the snitch. I'm just trying to figure it all out.he had 7 beautiful girls /women, all under the age of 25 most looked under 21 hard to tell.
now he don't know I don't carry. (but he will after this. it don't matter.) but , I figure he leaned on the Mexicans to lean on me, than set up w/ the fuzz ,the deal honeypot. I did look around , lots of junk in the pawn shop .this is a low crime top 100 city top a tree city too. no reckoning lousy winters though, but, most striking was the lack of business ,except a few smatering of cars and trucks.
nothing to necessitate this many employees crunching numbers and imputing data.
the sun beat down like a oppressive heat wave and than receded into the horizon then came in again made one dizzy thinking about it. to me these girls were busy on computers and entering data ... lots of it. I'm wondering if a crime family
from Chicago is laundering illegal earnings here. mob or gang related.
speculative. god, I am a bungler ! but a damn good one,:wall: not the first time I've walked / stumbled into syndicate business.
don't mind me , I'm just admiring your stable of objectifiables. he looked at me like WTH. and, said, what did you say ? what did he just say ? god I loved it.i your beloved bungling permit expired gumshoe ,was in my element,which ment I was totally discombobulating his reality,his criminal universe. I was also thinking that rusty lawn mower in the corner could be useful at the house .
no wonder, I got the cold shoulder the other week. this protected turf .
maybe. but , he's so out touch he's got all sorts of violations . he leaned on me,
and is all smiles , such disrespect , in a nice area too. glad my woman wasn't
with me . I'd have to pull her off of him ,shed be slapping him silly.
calling him a wannabe gangsta...cuz its a small world and she does know the real deal back east and north. but she ain't 'made' least that's what she tells
cagey jimmy and me.
how can a fine upstanding guy like me not carry and and a pawn shop sleeze
bag,loan shark, drug running ,gang affiliating,lord of the pimps get to ?
he's got a minor (s)working near a adult business ,no papers on half his stuff,
and even though he's got a free ride on the permit ,because he's a pawn guy,
he's not out of the woods ,he rents and knows the deal of leaseing to an adult business. by community standards and the good moral character clause in the permit holder application , he may find " plata o plomo " takes on a whole new meaning. he's technically a walking felon from hell. what if ?
could be wrong and this is fiction. I noted a room w/ false wall ( removed)
in the grocery. restaurant in back. gaming gambling numbers ? there is also,
the look of legitimacy by forming a scholarship fund and sending the
kids of cops through school or any one else of influence. many ways
that charities might be manipulated.