"Do you play, Randolph?" Gallagher asked as he made his way to the tee.
I got out of the cart and my knees almost buckled. I was still a bit lightheaded from being knocked unconscious. Gallagher's two goons flanked me as I approached the tee.
"No. Any time I've ever had a club in my hand it was usually to pound the shit out of someone," I said.
He laughed but I wasn't joking.
"I think that's the blarney you're giving me, Randolph. But you're quite amusing all the same."
"Let's cut the crap, Gallagher. Where's Katie Dolan?" I asked...
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Consider the crap cut, meboy!