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the crotch.
    “Oaf!” escapes his lips as his limp body jumps with the force of the blow.
    I don’t take my eyes off him as I reach behind me , open the door, and slip out onto the sidewalk.  The limo peels away, leaving tread marks on the street.  I look around, gauge where I am, and start walking.

Vito
    I’m not sure why, but I go back to Baby Ticks on Friday.  It’s something to do, even if just to let off some steam.  I jog down the dingy steps to the basement.  I’m early.  The room hasn’t filled up with beer-bellied bodies yet. 
    I see Ty immediately.  He slaps my shoulder in greeting.
    “Dude!  You’re back! Cool,” he says.
    “Yeah.  I need ed it,” I tell him.
    “I hear Jacko’s coming in tonight too.  Huh,” he chuckles. “I’m surprised after you embarrassed the shit out of him.  It was so fuckin’ funny.”
    I shrug.
    “No, seriously, this guy thinks he’s the fuckin’ best in this hell hole.  You’ve been out of it for awhile.”  Ty motions to Ziggy, the bartender, and yells.  “Get one over here for Vito!”  A beer slides down the bar, and we stride over to it.  Another beer is poured for Ty.   He raises his glass to me.  “To fuckin’ up losers,” he toasts.  I tap my glass with his.
    “Yeah.”  I agree.  “Sometimes I like it way more than I should,” I murmur, more to myself than to Ty.  We shoot the shit for a while until Baby comes around the corner from the back door, his fuckin’ cigar hanging out of his mouth.  His eyes light up when he sees me leaning against the bar talking with Ty. 
    I chug my third beer.
    “Hey, how’s Tonio?  I never see him anymore,” Ty asks.
    “Getting married.”
    “I heard.  That Irish chick.  I hear her sister is pretty hot too. Nice tits and ass for her age,” he says casually.
    Bang.
    I smash my beer down on the bar.  It breaks into thick curved pieces of broken glass.  Ty jumps back from the splash of amber liquid that covers the bar and the floor.   A couple of people regard us for a second before turning back to their conversations, uninterested.
    “Shit dude.  You okay?” Ty asks.
    The tap of a finger on my shoulder makes me spin.  Jacko leans in too close to my face.
    “You are fuckin’ going down.  That was bullshit last week and it’s not gonna happen again.  Watch out Rossi.  I’m comin’ for ya.”  He flicks his finger on my chest.  He’s trying rile me.  Maybe to start something right here.  Little does he know that I’m already fucking riled.
    In one smooth motion, I swipe my leg out, catching both of his, and pull.  He goes down like a fish, squirming to try to stop the fall.  He hits the floor in a heap, but he jumps up quickly.  His fists are tight, ready to strike me.  Ty grabs Jacko from behind.
    “Bullshit!” Jacko screeches , high-pitched and angry.  Ty keeps his hold on Jacko while he struggles.  “Fuck you!” he spits at me in an intense fury.
    “Aw, you hurt my feelings.” I mock.  “Get used to the floor asshole, cause that’s w here your gonna be soon.”
    A few people shuffle away from our argument and continue their conversations at a safe distance.  I brush off the confrontation.  I walk away and through small crowd of people to Baby’s crates.
    “You in, tonight?” he asks gruffly.
    “Yeah.  I want Jacko.”
    Baby huffs.  I’m trying to determine if it’s him trying to laugh or if he’s pissed.
    “So?” I say after a long , bizarre pause.
    “No,” he says.
    “What the fuck?”
    “He’s all I got when you ’re not here.  Last week was bad for business.  You ain’t coming around no more, so I need to spread it.  You kill his spirit? I got no one. Follow me?”
    “What about Ty?”  I ask.
    “He’s good, but he ain’t got no fire.”  The mangled cigar swirls around in his mouth, distracting me.  “I got some new kids coming in.  You fight one of them.”
    A line forms behind me.  People waiting to place bets, run