the RADIO
Melvin Blotnik is a small, balding, and unassuming little man, twice divorced, bespectacled, and more on the plump side. Consuming massive amounts of the cheap rot-gut daily has taken its toll on him, but he trudges onward. If you passed by him on the street you wouldn't take any notice, a man who's seen better days, and perhaps, most importantly, he's a man that sometimes makes bad decisions, tonight... is one of those times.
Mr. Blotnik has a rather large problem, a slow horse problem... He has now ran out of literal borrowed time... The radio just announced the sad, but not really unexpected news...
Melvin 'is' a betting man, a $2.00 bet turned into a $600.00 debt...
The 'soon to be the late Mr. Blotnik' is not at all oblivious that La Cosa Nostra will be paying him a visit very soon. He should probably choose to pack a bag, after all, they gave him this last chance to make good his whimpering promise, just knowing in his cholesterol choked little heart that he would win big...
Hearing noises through the thin walls in the seedy, run down, hotel room hall outside of his door, Melvin had one last thought...
"With my luck, I bet it ain't rats".
Then, there were the muffled voices and that fateful knock on the door...
Melvin Blotnik 'was' a betting man...
the RADIO
Melvin Blotnik is a small, balding, and unassuming little man, twice divorced, bespectacled, and more on the plump side. Consuming massive amounts of the cheap rot-gut daily has taken its toll on him, but he trudges onward. If you passed by him on the street you wouldn't take any notice, a man who's seen better days, and perhaps, most importantly, he's a man that sometimes makes bad decisions, tonight... is one of those times.
Mr. Blotnik has a rather large problem, a slow horse problem... He has now ran out of literal borrowed time... The radio just announced the sad, but not really unexpected news...
Melvin 'is' a betting man, a $2.00 bet turned into a $600.00 debt...
The 'soon to be the late Mr. Blotnik' is not at all oblivious that La Cosa Nostra will be paying him a visit very soon. He should probably choose to pack a bag, after all, they gave him this last chance to make good his whimpering promise, just knowing in his cholesterol choked little heart that he would win big...
Hearing noises through the thin walls in the seedy, run down, hotel room hall outside of his door, Melvin had one last thought...
"With my luck, I bet it ain't rats".
Then, there were the muffled voices and that fateful knock on the door...
Melvin Blotnik 'was' a betting man...