The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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a short, squat, dark-skinned Latino. Dim didn’t have no problem with Latinos, maybe ‘cause he had a few girlfriends who were Mexican. Anyway, one day Victorio had had it up to his tattoo with Dim’s slanderous comments. He got up off his seat, walked over to Dim, and yelled in his face; ‘That great-great-great-great-great grand-daddy of yours was as stupid and mean as you are. I’m proud that my people killed him. I wish they had tortured him to death slowly. Now what the fuck are you gonna do about it bitch?’ Dim pulled out his pistol, fired it, and the bullet came out the other side of Victorio’s head, making a bigger splash than when it went in.

Jack figured that he had a situation on his hands. His clientele had been declining and he needed all the business he could get. He had a dead Native American on the floor which he didn’t want to report to the authorities because the licensing Nazis had already been threatening to close Frank’s just because of alleged unsanitary conditions, the card games, and the undercover agent who claimed that someone lifted his wallet while he was there. He didn’t think that he had a good shot at surviving an added charge regarding violence.

He figured he had one thing in his favor; and one thing against him. The three, arguably now two, were the only ones in the place and that it looked like he was in for a super-sized mop