Our Man in Europe, now Belize: "The DAY of the MISFITS!"
...SO WE DECIEDED to ROB a BANK. S-where they KEEP DA MONEY. Seemed like a good idea at the time. We'd already tried BLACKMAIL, but the Internet went South & we couldn't remember anyone's E-mail/address. Names? Who can remember names? The last Geisha U kissed. "WON TON SUE?" And "STICK EM UP!" on N.Y.C. 5th Avenue? Fashionista-Bitches just slapped us in the FACE! (I was at my wits end?) But BACK to the big-Kohona, the BANK JOB... Mandatory of course we should (Humphry Bogart/Casablanca) wear belted gabardines, serious Fedoras in the middle of July, every second guy in Ray bans, a third with a painted-on scar, again with mandatory SNEER & no vocabulary. Identical WATER PISTOLS of course, only ONE that if triggered produced the British flag, we were all set to go, Curly, Larry & Moe; back up were the MARX BROTHERS, recent inductees to our gang, Jewish & broke & OUR GANG, a bunch of neighborhood penniless ghetto KIDS to drive us away in the "get-a-way" Van. I believe "Stymie" was the designated driver? FILM NOIR never had a better smile? After a breakfast of bacon & eggs, 2 or 3 shot of Nightrain (fortified red wine gut) I gathered the TROOPS and was ready to BOOGALOO! We all hit the "D-Train outta Coney Island, separated in different train cars -for camouflage. Bernie Madoff's Lipstick high-rise on Manhattan's whoosits street. THIS GUY was LOADED! We'd "Stick him up!!!" I DID forget my Homburg hat. Yet what could go wrong?...
c.2025. dave delacroix.
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