The Reprobate knocked on the door of the tenement apartment.

The Reprobate knocked on the door of the tenement apartment. Bo opened the door. Before the Reprobate could walk inside, Bo stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

“Shhh, I gotta talk t’ ya ‘bou’ somethin’. We’s both can make $250, easy like, real easy like. Is you carryin’ the pistol wit’cha?”

“What’cha got in mind? What’d’ya needin’ the gun for?”

“The Super in the building here’s been drinkin’ heavy an’ his wife’s gone an’ left ‘im.”

“What’cha gonna do, hold him up for the rent money?”

“No, no. He figgers that iffin’ he gets shot — like’n it was a hold up — then ‘is wife’ll feel sorry for ‘im and come on back. He’s lookin’ ta pay me $500 ta do it. I’ll split it witch’ya, iffin’ you len’s me the gun for the job.”

The Reprobate took a 32 caliber revolver out of his pocket.

“Here. Don’t forget, this ain’t a sale. I’m just rentin’ this out t’ya. I want it back.”

“Don’t worry. Don’t worry.”

– – –

The next day, the Reprobate knocked on the door of the tenement apartment. Bo opened the door and skipped out fast into the hall.

Shaking, Bo pulled the gun out from under his shirt.

“Here. Take it back.”

“Where’s the money? It’s been fired; a bullet’s missin’.”

“I got so edgy thinkin’ about shootin’ someone, first I took some valiums. I was aimin’ at his arm, tryin’ to fin’ like a sof’ spot. When I pulled the trigger, my han’ jumped and I woun’ dup missin’ ‘im all t’gedder and jus’ hittin’ the wall or the ceilin’ or somethin’. But I din’t know’t then, ’cause with the bang the goofus fai’ned and dropped to the floor. I thought I kill’t him an’ so’s I ran out.”

“Well, is he dead?”

“Nah, nah. I seen ‘im. He’s 100%, but he’s gone and got gun shy now and don’ wanna give’t a nudder try.”

The Reprobate thought that Bo had cheated him out of $250.

But, a few days later there was the Super mopping the floor, seemingly no worse for the wear and tear — except for dropping the mop and jumping about a foot in the air when the Reprobate said hello real loud

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Anthony Olszewski
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About Anthony Olszewski

********** E-mail This Page | LinkedIn | Facebook ********** Anthony Olszewski was born in Margaret Hague Maternity Hospital in 1956. During his college years, Mr. Olszewski worked as a bartender in a tavern owned by his family, the Tunnel Bar. He also operated an exterminating business and raised canaries and parakeets for sale. Mr. Olszewski was the Web Site Editor for Bret Schundler's 1997 campaign for Mayor of Jersey City and the 2001 Gubernatorial campaigns (primary and general elections) against James E. McGreevey. Anthony Olszewski established and maintained the Web Sites and email systems that were the Internet facet of the organization and coordination of the Word of Mouth marketing of the "Schundler Army." Mr. Olszewski has written on a wide variety of topics, including Jersey City short stories, tropical fish, running with your dog, the genetics of cage birds, the poetry of Amiri Baraka, the portrayal of African-Americans in popular culture, Jersey City politics, and Hudson County history. He currently provides Search Engine Optimization and Search Engine Marketing through a number Web Sites and is a member of Mensa. Anthony Olszewski is best reached by e-mail at aolsz@bellatlantic.net
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