What kind of coverage can I expect?, I asked the man as I handed him ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. "You'll hear crickets farting for at least ten thousand square feet", he replied. Can I hear a low whisper? "Most certainly". Very good. They'll be here at 5 tomorrow to play and I need an advantage. "Right", he said as he cranked his black Crown Victoria and pulled away into the thick up-country evening .
And I'll be durned if it didn't work. The tricky part was the tiny earpiece. The confounded thing tried to fall out a couple of times when I bent to hit a shot or to pick up my ball (probably because of my big, old, floppy ears).
But I got away with it and and I was aces . I always appeared to know what the other guys were doing because I did know what they were doing. Reid gave me a crap eating grin that had hidden in its smirk just a hint of somethings going on with Durham; and he would be right. So, I guess I'll have to cut him in being that he's my blue partner when we're playing yellow and red, aka, Ridgeway and Wilder.
The question is just how long to perpetuate the abuse? You know what they say about me, incorrigible in victory, irascible in defeat.
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