Rough Eels Mocked My Damselfish

…the little bastards!
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The Doclopedia #1,580

Hello There!: The Bartender
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Hello there, Debbie. The usual? Double? Damn, you must have had a rough day. Let me guess, a dame was involved? Irene Maxwell? No kiddin’? Man, when you get in deep, you get up to your eyes. That family is nuts, rich and dangerous. Here ya go, straight up, beer chaser.

Nah, Oscar hasn’t been in for 4-5 days. Heard he was doin’ a story on that Senator that resigned. Yeah, when he shows, I’ll tell him. Luchelli? I heard Big Vic is having trouble with Lucky Fratone down on the southside. You mark my words, they’re heading to a gang war. Smuggling? Nah, I ain’t heard that about Luchelli. Sure, I’ll keep my ears open.

Now you look, Deb, I ain’t gonna get all Uncle Pat on you, but you be damned careful. This case has some real dangerous names in it and I don’t want to listen to your mother and aunts dumping their worries on me. Keep your eyes and ears open, is all I’m sayin’.

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The Doclopedia #1,581

Hello There!: The Ghost

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Hello there! Oh, please, no, don’t run away! I’m not an evil ghost at all. I will not harm you!

Oh, thank you for not running. I’ve been dead here for 60 years and nobody has come into this house in nearly 55 years. Being out of the way and in this dense overgrowth, that’s not too surprising. But being alone is, well, lonely. I’m so glad you’ll chat with me.

Well, I haven’t moved on because, I made a vow. I swore I would not enter the next life until the Cubs won the World series again. That was in 1915, as I was dying of an infection. Now, here it is, 1975 and the Cubs are still losers. I wonder how much longer I’ll have to wait?