The characters in this piece are not real people, but are based and written as composite images of several people that I have met over the years. The names and places are not real either and are written they same way.
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Things Got Wierd
As I turned from the table a rather large handsome man ran into me knocking over an entire tray of drinks.
"Hey, I said; you know your going to have to pay for these." I was quite angry and half expected him to walk out the door stiffing me on the spilled drinks.
"No problem at all; he said whipping out a roll of twenties about two inches thick. I hope sixty dollars will cover it; in fact here's an extra twenty for the trouble. By the way I am with Homeland Security."
"Okay; now I know there is no way that in one day I am going to see the NSA, FBI, and DHS in a club that Jack Ruby might own. So what's up with that? Are you joking or are we really shooting a movie in here?" He gazed out the door at the Iranian man that just left and then looked at me. I took his cue; read his mind and finished a sentence he had not said with "I take it he is not one of ours."
With a quick shake of his head 'no' he quickly added; "Hey, can I buy you a drink; I would love to talk with you for a few minutes?"
I declined the drink but took him up on the conversation. He was a just back from the Big Sand and was a character out of a Clive Cussler novel come to life. A very nice person that I hoped to get to know more about. It was'nt long before I would see him often though only when things got 'really' bad.
to be continued...
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