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Drawing Dead
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Author: JJ DeCeglie
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wasn’t much of a surprise. I was all set to catch a beating and plead for mercy and wait until they showed in another three days post. I heard the car pull up and went to the window. There were three of them, and I knew one by name. Hell I’d worked on finding a few deadbeats with him. Now the fucker had found me and had my initials written on his fists. I sat back down and a poured double bourbon. I swung my feet up on the desk. I wanted to play at being the asshole awhile and fuck it was my desk wasn’t it. They barge in like they own the joint, they always do this, it sets precedence. Nick, who is the guy I know, leads the way and starts going about fumbling through my stuff. I just sit like king-dick, feet up, swilling my cocktail. I figure they’re looking for anything valuable 'cause they figure I got no money. Both parties were on the money.
     
    Jesus Jack, you got anything in this place worth a shit.
     
    I ignored Nick and focused on the tough about to open the bottom section of my mostly empty filing cabinet.
     
    Hey dipshit, leave that alone will ya, it’s personal.
     
    Just as I’d ignored Nicky boy, the asshole going through my drawer ignored me. He was a big bulky son of a bitch but I didn’t care and it seems neither did he. He pulled out the photos I had stashed there and started flicking through’em.
     
    Who’s this broad?
     
    He leant over and showed them to his fellow asshole who snatched them from him and did his own inspection.
     
    Nice looking piece of ass. You got a thing for someone’s kid sister? How old she look to you?
     
    With measure I took my feet off of the desk and then got up and went around it and over to him. I took my drink with me.
     
    Give me the pictures.
     
    I was thinking of taking’em with me. I like’em young too chief.
     
    I smiled at him, laughed a little. I knew anyone who used the word ‘chief’ in a sentence was a complete fuckwit. I’d known that a long time. He’d call me ‘champ’ in a second just to cinch it. Obviously a lifetime asshole. He laughed back at me and then so did Nicky boy and the other animal. We all had a nice little yuck up about it. She did look young for her age but I wasn’t about to admit it. All I got was an image of nesting worms having a party in her rotting eye sockets and with it I swallowed my drink in a vicious gulp.
     
    Big drink champ
     
    Like clockwork. It was the cocksucker who wouldn’t give me back the pictures.
     
    I didn’t wanna waste any of the bourbon.
     
    What you mean?
     
    He found out. I smashed the glass in his face and while he screamed about it I gave him one with everything I had in the gut which doubled his tough ass up. As an encore I slammed my elbow into the back of his now bent over head. He made a sound like he was gonna vomit but didn’t and instead went down and didn’t come up. The bigger they are right.
     
    Jack?
     
    Nicky boy said it to like he was my father and I’d just pissed my pants. He knew it was coming but he still had hoped I could hold it in.
     
    I told him it was personal Nick.
     
    You did didn’t ya.
     
    Now the other tough starts up, giving me his best Charles Bronson and coming off like some car park security guard, this guy was an A-grade asswipe.
     
    Brother you owe twenty-five grand. Our instructions are such that if you don’t have the agreed to installment, then you get hurt. All of us here know you ain’t got shit, on top of that you fucked up one our best guys…now things being as there were, we were gonna hurt you anyway, but now I’m gonna give a little something more.
     
    That was one of your best guys.
     
    Nick laughed at that. Charles Bronson just looked at me like he’d shit himself.
     
    I told you he was some sort of asshole.
     
    It was Nick again, and he was still chuckling.
     
    You’re not the first to think so Nicky boy, and you won’t be the fucking last, I can tell ya. By the way, I do have some cash on me. In the one place you
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