It all started over a drink he sent down to me. In a little tiny bar on a little tiny street, I started a fight.  Well, I didn’t start the fight but I finished it.  It had been a long time coming. When he first saw me, his first words were, “Hello, my boy.”  Though, the expression my boy was more for me being a man as opposed to me being his son. He slapped me on the back and ...


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