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straightened up and headed out the front door. Somebody had to have called the cops during the fight, and I didn’t want to be around when they showed up.
Chapter 6:
I walked into Junior’s office, and the minute he saw me he started laughing, his body jiggling sloppy like a half thaw bowl of jello.
The thing is after his old man’s trial and his release from jail, Junior decided to go the same rout as his old man used to. No boozing, no drugging, no whoring. The difference between Junior and Senior was that before he decided to get straightened up, Junior had some real problems. First and foremost, he was a two pack a day man. He smoked like a fiend from the time he was fifteen and like most smokers, he was deep down addicted to coffin nails. So when he gave them up, he replaced them with twinkies and quarts of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby. Within a year of quitting smoking, he ballooned from two-hundred pounds to three-twenty, and he kept on gaining weight. He was now close to four-hundred pounds, and if he kept going at this rate, he wasn’t going to be able to get out the front door of his house without a forklift.
But don’t get me wrong, despite all the blubber, Junior was a dangerous dude. Before the weight gain he’d studied a few different martial arts to expert class and he was really fond of using a knife. On personal level, Junior was not someone you wanted to screw with. The unfortunate part is that too many people did. When the guy went out in public, he’d have stupid morons making fun of his girth. Of course most of the guys who did this would end up getting a chop to the throat and a broken larynx for their juvenile behavior. I may not have liked Junior—as a matter of fact, I flat out hated the Jaba The Hut looking son of a bitch—but I respected him because I knew what he was capable of.
After he had his chuckle, I sat down across from him.
“What the hell did you send me into?”
“I sent you over to talk to a couple of kids. Did you meet up with a couple of pro-wrestlers instead?”
“No, they were kids alright. But something wasn’t right about ‘em. They kept laughing and trying to lick me. I almost thought they were going to try and rape me.”
“Jesus …”
“Yeah, I had to beat the hell out of them to get them off me. I had to brake a coffee table over one of them to get them off of me. I think I might have killed him.”
“You didn’t check?”
“Hell no I didn’t check! With all the noise we were making I thought for sure someone would have called the cops.”
“Nah, I doubt it. I own that place.”
“The apartment? What were you having me do, serve an eviction notice?”
“No, I own the whole building. I’ve got legitimate renters on the top three floors, the rest of it is all crash pads, porn sets, and discrete labs. I make a nice little profit off the renters, and the downstairs is kind of my nucleus for my action around the college.”
“So what were those kids doing on the ground floor? Didn’t they interrupt business down there?”
“I had to move ‘em. Their parents rented the place out for their kids a couple of years ago. They were great tenants. They paid their rent on top, sometimes they got a little loud and smoked a little too much pot, but they were good kids up until a month ago and then they started in on the laughing, and the other renters started complaining about the noise and the smell.”
“Yeah, I can understand both. They stunk like they hadn’t showered in a month and they had the TV at top volume when I walked in on ‘em.”
“So you understand why I had to move ‘em? I mean, I ain’t going to kick them out, they pay four grand a month for that place. I’m not going lose that kind of dough because of some noise complaints.”
I rummaged around in my pockets and dug out the little baggy I’d picked up at the apartment and tossed on Junior’s desk.
“Do you think that’s what’s causing them to act so
Chapter 6:
I walked into Junior’s office, and the minute he saw me he started laughing, his body jiggling sloppy like a half thaw bowl of jello.
The thing is after his old man’s trial and his release from jail, Junior decided to go the same rout as his old man used to. No boozing, no drugging, no whoring. The difference between Junior and Senior was that before he decided to get straightened up, Junior had some real problems. First and foremost, he was a two pack a day man. He smoked like a fiend from the time he was fifteen and like most smokers, he was deep down addicted to coffin nails. So when he gave them up, he replaced them with twinkies and quarts of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby. Within a year of quitting smoking, he ballooned from two-hundred pounds to three-twenty, and he kept on gaining weight. He was now close to four-hundred pounds, and if he kept going at this rate, he wasn’t going to be able to get out the front door of his house without a forklift.
But don’t get me wrong, despite all the blubber, Junior was a dangerous dude. Before the weight gain he’d studied a few different martial arts to expert class and he was really fond of using a knife. On personal level, Junior was not someone you wanted to screw with. The unfortunate part is that too many people did. When the guy went out in public, he’d have stupid morons making fun of his girth. Of course most of the guys who did this would end up getting a chop to the throat and a broken larynx for their juvenile behavior. I may not have liked Junior—as a matter of fact, I flat out hated the Jaba The Hut looking son of a bitch—but I respected him because I knew what he was capable of.
After he had his chuckle, I sat down across from him.
“What the hell did you send me into?”
“I sent you over to talk to a couple of kids. Did you meet up with a couple of pro-wrestlers instead?”
“No, they were kids alright. But something wasn’t right about ‘em. They kept laughing and trying to lick me. I almost thought they were going to try and rape me.”
“Jesus …”
“Yeah, I had to beat the hell out of them to get them off me. I had to brake a coffee table over one of them to get them off of me. I think I might have killed him.”
“You didn’t check?”
“Hell no I didn’t check! With all the noise we were making I thought for sure someone would have called the cops.”
“Nah, I doubt it. I own that place.”
“The apartment? What were you having me do, serve an eviction notice?”
“No, I own the whole building. I’ve got legitimate renters on the top three floors, the rest of it is all crash pads, porn sets, and discrete labs. I make a nice little profit off the renters, and the downstairs is kind of my nucleus for my action around the college.”
“So what were those kids doing on the ground floor? Didn’t they interrupt business down there?”
“I had to move ‘em. Their parents rented the place out for their kids a couple of years ago. They were great tenants. They paid their rent on top, sometimes they got a little loud and smoked a little too much pot, but they were good kids up until a month ago and then they started in on the laughing, and the other renters started complaining about the noise and the smell.”
“Yeah, I can understand both. They stunk like they hadn’t showered in a month and they had the TV at top volume when I walked in on ‘em.”
“So you understand why I had to move ‘em? I mean, I ain’t going to kick them out, they pay four grand a month for that place. I’m not going lose that kind of dough because of some noise complaints.”
I rummaged around in my pockets and dug out the little baggy I’d picked up at the apartment and tossed on Junior’s desk.
“Do you think that’s what’s causing them to act so
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