Depression and the Second Drink before Noon

From Plastic Tub

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Jose was explaining his theories on baggy pants and post villagement when Pedro came sauntering into the Lawgivers hacienda, all idealistic and strong of chin. He was immediatley taken down by some of the Lawgivers thugs. The beer lobby had gotten to Jose like a moth gets to a whores match and he remained flaccid, inactive. Call me square if you like but if you looked at that kid with an expert eye, you could see the fear of Mordechi in his eye.

The dust settled with no eyes blackned and no nose broken. In the back alley Pedro took his place at Joses arm, belitlled, humiliated. Jose felt it his duty to uplift the spirit of his young servant and did rightly so with a bit of his bounty as a bought off politician of the beer lobby. Jose was enthralled with Pedros bawdry renditions of patty-cake. They consumed much beer and pontificated the idea of the handshake and debated the idea of the secret handshake which was also being considered by the committee of advanced villagement. Jose fed the young lad a breakfast burrito and escorted him back to his lean-to where the sun rose once again on the dawn of post-postvillagement.