Bob turns Blue (and Black:) Bob took the pliers into his right hand, and palmed them so no one would see. As he turned around and faced me, I saw the hate and intent in his eyes. "Owe you money, huh?" the enraged mechanic growled as his grip tightened and arm swung around as I dipped and turned sideways. "Nice try fat ass" I smirked." The inertia of the swing took Bob around and down into a pool of 10W-30. Strong as an ox, and as big as one, I stood on the massive man, as he lay prostrate in the concrete floor. It was all about the football pool from last year, when Bob (administrator of the pool) took a few liberties with math and walked out with $2,00 of our money. "Dude, you're lucky it was me who came to ask the tough questions!" Hoss and Vince wanted to hire Royce Senior to preach you a lesson you would feel." It didn't matter, really as we had already taken Bob's '96 Porsche and turned it into enough parts for a chop shop, or bait for America's fence: "E-Bay." (to be continued) See all stories on my blog at mitchmorgan.com