Whiskey and Darts
Rules, and No Rules
When he folded his arms across his chest , he always led with the right, slipped his left behind it, the hand where he was missing his pinkie finger.
As Kevin folded his arms, he realized Chop Brennan knew damn well he was missing a finger.
He was just shocked that Chop was the only member of the Fenkell Avenue Advancement Association in the room.
Kevin’s grandfather was a member of “the association” Kevin’s whole life.
As a younger, athletic kid, he knew it as a bunch of businessmen who supported athletic teams, cleaned up parks, positive shit.
There was a darker, more nefarious side, but overall the association had been a positive for a west side neighborhood that might as well have been an unlicensed pharmacy and poorly fenced gun range for three decades.
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