Big Louie the
Torpedo was becoming
increasingly curious about one of the newer members of
his mob, Benny the
Rod. Benny had been in the business for many years in
another part of
the country. During that time he had garnered quite a
reputation
for being the most conscientious and honorable hit man
available. He
was also considered quite eccentric, perhaps odd, in that for
the
last ten years or so he always kept one hand in his pocket –
clutching his cold steel weapon in readiness (hence the nickname, Benny the
Rod).
When Benny arrived at Louie’s office, the question was
put to him.
„So what’s the story with you and this here gun of
yours, eh? Like,
are you scared or somethin‘ or you just want to
always be ready or
what?“
„Not scared …“ Benny growled,
„been doin‘ it dis way ever since
me sister-in-law’s weddin‘ ‚bout
ten ten years ago now“.
„Oh yeah? … so …?“
„Wel
l, I used ta know her fiance at da time – a no good chisler. He
never even loved the goil so much … but he made her happy and so I kept
me mouth shut about it“, Benny explained.
Louie leaned in,
expecting the point of the matter.
„And since dat time I gotta do
it dis way“.
„But WHY?!“, Louie finally demanded?
„Well,
I was at da wedding“, grumbled Benny, and I wasn’t about to
say
nuttin‘ about it then, so now I gotta do like da preacher said
…
„Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece!“
