Tag: Mets
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F 1 3 P 2
It’s that unlucky time of year again. Not really. Ah, Friday the 13th. This spooky date occurs once every 212.35 days and 1.7 times a year on average. Of unclear origin, a harbinger of bad luck to some, though I don’t suffer from triskaidekaphobia, or worry about any particular superstitions, I like black cats and…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 36
An unmarked police car parked in front of Mr. Craven’s pick up truck. The car rattled and hummed well after Detective Jacovino exited the car and walked up the front steps. Two bone dry bottles of Tullamore Dew laid next to the cooler and Cookie Hill’s dog bowl on the grass to the left of…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 30
My father came home from work, clunking about the house, depressed like any other day but he kept it to himself. It made no difference how hard he worked, there would never be enough overtime to get ahead, there was just no way to earn all the money he needed to solve his problems. He…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 3
Things were unusually quiet in the city which was odd especially for the Bowery. We lucked out that someone was leaving from a spot on East 2nd street right around the corner from the venue. Martin squeezed the Malibu into the parking spot, barely, not without a few love taps to the cars sandwiching us.…