“ Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got ”
Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta
~ Saira Viola
With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old face from the sixties a pin up gangster with a mars bar weal scraping his left cheek and of course two wag slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with Bratz babe stares and Gucci Handbags
In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go
Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy ..
