’ ‘You haven’t told me about Mendoza. Did we get the bastard?’ I asked. There was a long silence . . . ‘Tell me, Gary, did we get Mendoza?...�� Finally he quietly answered me. ‘No, the bastard and his sister slipped out on us. But you did put five of his goons in their graves. And if that stupid-ass DEA rookie hadn’t fired off that ‘flash/bang’ your eyes would be ok. You paid a hell of cost for this operation.’ ‘You don’t know the half of it, buddy.’ I said. ‘Emily had me served the day before. Jesus Christ. What these fucking people wouldn't fall for he thought to himself, but the rest was impressive. Bishop had some kind of spell he seemed to cast over the crowed. It was almost as if they were mesmerized by his voice and stature alone, regardless of the content of his words. Bishop's ability to spellbind a crowd even effected Art for most of the religious discourse.When the revival ended Art and Louie pushed their way through the uplifted crowd finally making it out of the tent. Art. SO tommy in there on the wall right? I kinda get on him, on ur behalf boss, lol and asked had he tried to work up the old man. He says naa, but a drunk dude just left that did suck his dick. Get this yo, so Tommy says to the drunk dude he's about to junk, right” Drunk dude don't say anything, so Tommy just pisses down his throat, LMAO. Dude says that was good, and throws Tommy a bill, right. SO kewl—he didn't even get hard, let alone loose his nut. So anyway===so out he comes from then booth,. At the time I would charge $20.Now thats not much, but 30 years ago, I could get drunk on that! No matter what I drank!So Phyllis, the woman who called, asked if I was available either Wednesday or Thursday night, I told her thursday was better, and she said, "I'll see you at 9" pm, when we closed. I thought nothing of it at this point, made a note as a reminder, made sure I had no other plans and closed up for the night & went to the bar for a few.Thursday afternoon I went to work, told my.