The Difference

Big Joey lumbered into the shelter…olive skinned…..somehow stepping Flamenco. …

How are you my friend?….I am Jose the Spaniard, a piss-yellow smile, And you?…

I am Basque, extended a hand….

Oh….we are brothers, the fat man said, We are familia….

Uh…….We are not….

Oh yes, He encouraged,…No difference….

Oh yeah?….Tell that to fucking Franco…..

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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