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pass the parmesan and do be quick about it please

as he said that his eyes practically spit fleas

I knew I wasn't as good as what I was about to get

but my tentative tongue was an unwilling prisoner

my teeth its net

as I rocked on my palms back and forth next to where I

sat

Espionage is not a pretty word he said handing me his hat

a bullet hole the size of a bear stared me in the eye

from its jagged edges my astonished eyes I could not

even pretend to pry

a tiny tear of disbelief escaped my left eye's tear duct

as I whispered Who Miguel? Where? and Why?

he answered, 'Etien, Just down the street, the man

actually thought you were I'

How long ago?

awhile I suppose and before you ask I don't know

the question abruptly died on my lips

oh, if only I had the means, screamed my tightening

fingertips

Did he miss you by much Miguel?

by a quarter of an inch or so I'd say no more,

oh hell!

What's wrong?

that french nut is a loose cannon

a walking, bleeding sore

and with those types you can never tell

How can we play his game if we don't know how to even

keep score?

well, you know Raven would ride to our rescue if we

dared so much as asked

He's not BATMAN you know!

you know invincibility within itself, wearing some

menacing mask

but call him if you feel that is the only way

then maybe we can walk out of this place

instead of being carried out

like the trash of the day.........

( written July 11, 1992 am)