Luke 11:24– the lovable Giant- BOBO, tormented by runt- “RED HEAD ARCHIE”


CHAPTER 35

Red Head Archie sat up on the small bunk at the rear of the sleeping bay at the downtown YMCA. Bunk number 777. It was BOBO’s bunk.

Archie leaned back and interlocked his tiny arms behind his neck. His greasy red hair rested ever so coarsely against a dull, declined ceiling that jutted down and gave way to the wall.

Archie had hundreds of freckles all over his face, which made him all the uglier. He also had a nervous disorder, which caused the right corner of his lip to sneer up and twitch involuntarily. This made people dislike him even more.

Like Archie’s dead brother, Gene, he always wore the same white T-shirt and leather jacket. Archie always kept a pack of cigarettes rolled up at the top of his left sleeve and pretended to be tough.

Red Head Archie was the runt member of an outcast, no-name gang up in Los Angeles. They had all vowed to kill the rat if they ever found him. He was on the run.

Earlier, Red Head Archie spotted BOBO shining shoes. Archie said to himself that he would “get that stupid nigger” when BOBO retired to the bay for the night. So he waited.

CHAPTER 36

“How we doing up there, BOBO?” Archie whispered.
BOBO’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned to see Red Head Archie close the bay door behind him.

“I… I fine, Red Head Archie… BOBO is fine.”

He yelled at BOBO.

“What’s your fucking problem, nigger? I told you not to call me that! It’s Archie! Plain and simple… just like your retarded IQ, you dope! Simple!”

BOBO defended himself, but he never could gather up the strength to look Archie in the eyes.

“BOBO is not retarded… he is only a little bit slow.”

“You’re a retard! Hear me! Repeat after me. Say it! ‘I’m a retard!’”

BOBO bit his lip and silently refused. Archie responded by jumping up and landing an open hand across BOBO’S mouth.

BOBO covered up his huge body, dropping quarters all over the bay. Archie raised his hand again.

“Say it!”

BOBO cried.

“Okay, ppp… please dd… don’t hit BOBO no more. I am a retard. BOBO is a retard.”

“That was for running to Sergeant Dick to tattle on me! You’re a god-damned sissy, you are, BOBO!”

BOBO raised his chest a little, but he still kept his hands up to ward off another one of Archie’s blows.

“Sergeant Frick!” BOBO insisted, in his friend’s defense.
“Dick! I said Sergeant Dick! You don’t fucking correct me, or I’ll whack your head open!”

Archie began smacking BOBO repeatedly now. BOBO covered up as much as he could to protect himself.

“Where’s my fucking money, huh? Give me the goddamn money!”

Archie forced his tiny, freckled fingers deep down into BOBO’s trouser pockets, and all BOBO could think to do was hysterically cry, as he was once again robbed of all his money.

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Once upon a time there were 2 trolls… but this was not always so….


… because as we sat at dinner I decided to change them back into the two vain egg-heads so I could try and make more sense of what they were trying to school  me in (one is an aspiring actor, the other is– yep, you guessed it. An aspiring actress). Here’s the scoop in a love letter to whoever wants to read it….

Well, I would like to take this opportunity to thank the 2 trolls (husband and wife team) who I’ll politely refer to as Romeo & Jewels (Barbie & Ken for the more contemporary Hollywood folks) who, before offering up their strong opinion, made me a strong pitch to author their own frictional, true love story (no, frictional is not a type o– because that was exactly the atmosphere as I was pretending to enjoy my soup).

Yea, I know, Gag me with a roach’s egg (hold the mayonnaise please). 

Yep. So that’s what this high end restaurant is all about– always a catch!

Their opinion was that I should price my soon to be released e-book, LUKE 11:24, at more than .99 cents. I mean, they are going to price their e-book edition at $15.99 because they have 2 IMDb- ( Z movies mind you) credits, Yippie ky yi yaaa…so what!!).

I mean and they clearly have my best interest in mind when they tell me I am going to DE-VALUE the work of other authors and ISOLATE myself from the MAJOR PUBLISHERS. Umm…  well, looks like the MAJOR PUBLISHERS have already done a good enough job of doing just that for themselves (thus, SELF PUBLISHING– AKA people power on display).

Hmmm– OK. Well, I say if I really wanted to get in on the ground floor and catch this popping isolate train they’re whispering about, I would stand in front of the Amazon Headquarters in a clown’s suit, break dance, and then hold up a sign which reads… “BUY MY .99 CENT E-BOOK FOR A HUNDRED DOLLARS!!”

 Now that is what I would call isolating.

And so once upon a time ends with happily ever after, as the author (me) chose good intentions over the greedy and fruitless advice of the evil Barbie & Ken (who he changed back to  trolls mind you) by pledging to offer good books at cheap prices in the hopes of one  day gathering a magical horde of loyal fans.

And thus, .99 cents it shall be for the time being, 13.95 for a paperback, and $22.00 for a the character fingerprint signature edition, much of that is being donated to charity anyway– plus I’ve searched and searched and I still couldn’t find that darned clown suit anywhere… jeeesshh!!!

PS.

A sincere thank you to the king and queen of the .99 cent novel, Amanda Hocking and John Locke….see dreams are possible…

America was built on one…

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