Merrick

At last.

Worthy opponents.

I couldn’t have wished for a more delicious scenario.

A Jew!

Failed cop, half assed PI, bar owner and an overpowering sense of his own

strength.

And true icing on the cake.

A Mick.

Now if he could just get his supplier to calm down, he was mouthing off about

low profile’s, beneath radar!

As if

As if genius could be hidden?

The Irish…….ah……….

Fresh off the boat, gung ho, full of all the low cunning of his race.

And richness indeed, The Gods of Boy love truly smile on me, the dumb Irish

hooked up with a Red Indian.

………………………how sweet it is.

How blind these Guardians of morals are. All they need to do, is look a little

further, and there I be, in translucence.

I throw them a morsel, the loser Gacy, and oh boredom, they go off on a serial

killer quest. But I’ll keep them a time longer on this track, for utter amusement.

Keeping it local as it were, Noo Yawk, let’s give them a good ol boy from the

town they prowl.

I reached out and touched the dumb Mick, time to ration the load, throw a scare

into the kike.

Something to keep him………………barking.