Originally Posted by cabo35
(Post 371807)
The deal was cut in a dark, damp 12 by 12 cubicle. An old, palm bladed Casablanca fan hummed and spun slowly in the seedy, secret back room at Crispers. The fan sliced through the smell of stale cigar smoke as it gently moved the thick musty odors captured in the confines of this windowless cell. The only light was a single, soon to be banished, 60 watt incandescent light bulb. It dangled from a cord, spliced together with electrical tape, attached by duck tape to a water stained ceiling. The only entrance to the room was guarded by Darrel. His mirrored sunglasses eerily reflected the contraband light bulb swaying slowly to the beat of the Godfather theme coming from Darrel's iPod. Those shades covered the cold, beady, calculating eyes of someone you did not want to cross. He muttered softly, with hints of anger about the government, light bulbs and someone named "Granny State".
In a dark corner of the room, barely visible on a bar stool, sat Tony. The butt of the 9mm stuffed under his belt could barely be seen under his unbuttoned leather jacket. But, you knew there were deals on the table that he would not allow to be refused. The creepy moose head on the wall, over his shoulder, begged more questions than answers.
Jan sat quietly at the green, felt covered card table under the revealing glow of the outlaw bulb. The half full, or was it half empty, bottle of Kentucky bourbon, a single glass, a dirty ashtray and ugly cigarette burns were the only evidence of action on the table. He was thinking about the big score and the new Gold Wing that was in his future. Suddenly, as the stranger entered, his old cop instincts brought him back to reality. He instinctively patted his hip for the ever present piece.
The dark, menacing figure passed under the watchful, focused eyes hidden by Darrel's sunglasses. Tony spread open his leather jacket. The stranger carried a thick, black briefcase. Was it filled with money? Was it a bomb? Was it an Uzi carrying case. Was it filled with Mary Kay cosmetics?
Who was the mysterious buyer?
Was he an agent of the developer seeking to secure the only independent media voice in The Villages?
Was he a shill for the Villages bashing Orlando Sentinel seeking to expand its
agenda driven news empire in the wicked heart of Disney World for adults.
Was he there secretly representing the interest of a banished TOTVer seeking the ultimate revenge
Was Jan's bottle half full or half empty?
Wait.....could it be........is Fumar the new administrator?
To the founders of TOTV - Thank you for the memories. Thank you for providing an exceptional venue for the exchange of ideas and healthy, stimulating cerebral exercise. .
To the new administrators - Hang on and enjoy the ride. Good luck.
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