Chapter Nine:  'I FALL TO PIECES'.....Patsy Cline

     Patsy Shoes arrived in the Big City thinking this big city is bigger than my own big city, a guy could make a fortune over here tossin' shit heads through all them windows.  He was pretty much correct, but the job, for the most part, of straightening out large beefs had already been nicely taken by two young fellas, namely Nick and Natch and they had no general idea of an early retirement.  Had it gotten that far Patsy Shoes would have done his very best to introduce them to his piano wires or to a very high building.

     Patsy Shoes learned from Benny The Tic, that the Old Man lived in some secluded spot, what with a gate and stuff, hard to get into, backing up to a large water as it did.  The spot, of course, was Silver Shores and by this time the Old Man had semi-retired, Mom was gone, and he was spending his time in the house, Joseph visiting on a regular basis.

     Patsy Shoes had an uncle, Jimmy The Sailor, in that Jimmy The Sailor was at one time in the United States Navy, doing very well for himself until he threw his commanding officer off a very large boat.  Luckily for Jimmy The Sailor, the commanding officer was quite adapt at this swimming thing, and was rapidly noticed by another officer type guy and rescued.  Jimmy The Sailor explained that the commanding officer was a wrong guy and not very nice and deserved being tossed overboard.  The United States Navy had several disagreements with Jimmy The Sailor's logic and after a short while tossed him into the brig.

       Often times, after Jimmy The Sailor was "graduated" from both the brig and the United States Navy, he would take Patsy (no shoes yet) for boat rides, Jimmy The Sailor doing fairly well in the trash business, owning a pretty nifty boat.  Patsy (no shoes yet) was impressed with how well Jimmy The Sailor handled the boat and especially loved the idea that Jimmy The Sailor would often let Patsy (no shoes yet) drive the boat.  This all changed after Jimmy The Sailor got himself and his boat exploded after a pretty serious beef with a fairly important guy in the trash business.

     So, it didn't take much for Patsy Shoes to figure, well if they got a gate at the entrance to this pretty serious place they got, and this serious place backs up against a large water, well, I'll just get myself a boat, thanks to you Uncle  Jimmy The Sailor, may he rest in peace, or pieces, for teaching me the finer points of driving around and about in a boat on a large water.

     After an excellent lunch, Pasta Primavera, a really classy Chianti, Patsy Shoes rented a small twenty foot boat, outboard motor and set sail for the inlet which would take him up the coast a bit to the back side of Silver Shores.  It didn't take Patsy Shoes long to figure out which of the stately mansions belonged to the Old Man, since Benny The Tic had told him what to look for, thanks Benny The Tic, he thought to himself since he was alone.

     Patsy Shoes waited a while, watching the sun set, the day growing dim, thinking hey, it's pretty nice this spot, the sun goes down and you get to see it.

     What Patsy Shoes didn't see was Nick and Natch parked in front of the Old Man's house, waiting to take Joseph to a fairly large sit down with some fairly large guys from the West Coast.  These fairly large guy from the West Coast came highly recommended to all, known far and wide as straight shooters, serious men who always made money for their partners, which in this case would be Joseph and his partners, all fairly large players in the trash business on the East Coast.

     Joseph sat with the Old Man, a glass of strong Borolo between them, Joseph abstaining knowing the evening might contain large quantities of wine, heavy food, and he needed to keep his head together.

     "I did my homework, these fellas are what they say."

     "You believe this deal is good for the family, all the families?"

     "Yes.  We can make a lot of money, they can move a-....did you hear that?"

     Joseph stood.

     Natch turned the corner, moving around the side of the house, he always liked the fuckin' sunsets, and stopped inhis tracks.

     "What the fuck?!"

     Patsy Shoes, piano wires jangling at his side, patting his pistol inside his jacket, moved slowly form the large water towards the house, his eyes glued to the sliding glass doors.

     Natch picked up his phone, speed dialing.  "Get inside, we got company and they ain't bringin'' coffee and fuckin' cake!"

     Nick jumped form the car, sprinted to the front door, kicked it in, this being the noise Joseph heard, and as he turned, pulling his Berretta,  Nick entered the room.

     "We gotta' move!"

     Joseph grabbed the Old Man and together all three hustled out of the house and jumped into Nick's car, JOseph behind the wheel, the Old Man in the back.

     "Get off the island, I'll call when this is over!"

      The car sped away as Nick ran back into the house.

     Natch watched as Patsy Shoes moved slowly to the sliding glass doors at the rear of the house with the commanding view of the large water, thinking ain't this nice.

     "Hello asshole."  Natch sped up behind Patsy Shoes, pressing his forty five to the side of Patsy Shoes' head.

     "Gimme them fuckin' wires, and what else you got."

     Patsy Shoes thought, well maybe I should start blasting away, maybe I can kill this, what kid?, before he knows what the fuck.  It might have been a good idea until Nick slid open the door and stepped outside.

     "Who the fuck are you?"

     "I--"

     "Shut up."  Natch slammed Patsy Shoes in the head with the butt of his pistol, little lights twinkling inside Patsy Shoes, head.  Patsy Shoes looked down, he was a little dizzy, to see his shoes muddy and salt water stained, and it occurred to him, well ain't this some shit.

     Nick removed the piano wires, thinking, holy fuck, he could choke the shit outta' anybody with these fuckin' wires, what else he got?  He found the pistol, took that away, and what commenced was a short, one way question and answer period as both Nick and Natch did their very best to get to the bottom of this fuckin mess.

     Natch found the phone with the special phone number.  Patsy Shoes had been a bit stupid by placing the phone number in his contact list under the heading "Special Number, The Tic"

     They tied Patsy Shoes up and dragged him around front, scuffing his shoes along the way, causing some minor heartburn to Patsy Shoes.

     They called Joseph, who with the Old Man returned.

     The Old Man had heard stories about Patsy Shoes, and lately about Patsy Shoes tossing guys out of windows of very tall buildings.

     Joseph grabbed the phone, dialed the "special number, The Tic", and listened to Benny The Tic, say, hello, is the job done?  Joseph smiled and hung up.

     Two hours later, a very tied up Patsy Shoes was tossed into an elevator of a very tall building by Nick and Natch.

     Shortly thereafter, Patsy Shoes made a very big impression on the sidewalk of the Big City.