Myzon, my crew historian looked at me with ecstasy in his 7 lensed, one eye. “Gumbo” he said aloud.
He was in the alley with his third victim and had thought himself alone, unobserved, protected by the darkness.
Frankie’s twitchy, real twitchy, too twitchy. Frankie’s gotta slow down, take it easy, put the gun down, have a drink.
