Savages

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Chon likes to keep meetings short.

Learned that in a book, Things They Don’t Teach You at Harvard Business School.

A short meeting is a good meeting.

He drives down to Dago, finds the house in Golden Hill he’s looking for, and parks on the street. Wakes the shotgun up (“We’re there”), crosses said street, and knocks on the door.

Tire Iron opens it. Big wooly motherfucker, heavy hairy shoulders showing under the wifebeater.

Chon puts the shotgun to T.I.’s throat and pulls the trigger.

Guy’s head goes ballpark.

(Fun Dog!)

Something they don’t teach you at Harvard Business School.

“Savages, How to Deal With.”

Savagely.