Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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that this was as an employed screw, not an inmate. In a nutshell, bullchip Tony would have you believe that he came from the hood, and because he’s so great now lives amongst the good, while finding severe fault with them, and claiming to have spent some time occasionally hanging out over the border in South Valley, Sudetenland, with the Tapia-Romero gangstas, while calling them a couple of crackheads. You may have correctly guessed that “Cholo” Tony hasn’t read or seen enough to recognize the boring repeat of a very old fairy story.

No, no one hates Tony though they have good reason to, for his petty ante theft through difficult to prove though everyone knows, petty ante sabotage. They regard him as just another annoying jerk they’d rather not see. That is with the exception of the wife who he gyps out of child support payments. If not for an even dumber, tall White, former military officer, Major Tom, now a plumbing contractor who has a knack for fucking up and losing money on every job he gets through ridiculous under-bidding, Tony would only have enough work/sabotage to occupy half of his waking dream time.