"What's the beef, dad? I'm trying to pick up on the Monk's vibes, ya dig?"
I nodded, "Just a quick question. When was the last time you saw Blaze?"
He turned, looking at me. I could tell he was stalling, hesitating for some reason.
"Well...who are you, dad, her parole officer?"
That did it. I was fed up with these smartass punks. I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him part way over the bar.
"I'm the guy who's going to put his foot so far up your ass you'll have to open your mouth to trim my toenails. Dig?"
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
I love it! I picture Jake's toenails juxtaposed with Alex's teeth.