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CHAPTER 2

     A stocky, puke-yellow, early 50s, black male, average height, a former athlete kind of build, black hair slicked back with pot ash, approaches the lamp table with a greasy, room-temperature bottle of 2/11 malt liquor with the black label. [The silver label 2/11, even the 22-ounce bottles, have been making him throw up too much lately, half the time on an empty stomach, plus the all-day migraines the next day after 4 or 5 bottles.]

     He is shirtless, knife and…

     After a long, damp, cloudy, spring, when the menopausal grey clouds from out west in Puget Sound promised nothing but worse tidings, it's finally summer in Seattle.

     Mid-July, ideal hoe-stroll weather---sunny every day lately, the kind of murder nights where you can wear a regular t-shirt or a wife beater past 10PM and still not trip about being cold---for a change. This sunny afternoon is hot enough for a beer drinker to drink a cold soda between beers.

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     I finally got my crime-horror novel ebook "Aberrations" up on Amazon and I'd like to invite people to look at the sample not so much to try to sell you the book but mainly to check out the writing---it has tennis shoe pimps, smokers, triple-crosses, snuff films, horrific retribution, people getting killed in a dozen different ways [half the time on camera] and undoubtedly one of the most gruesome "redemptions" at the end. Thanks for the opportunity to post.