Cold Beer Cheap Tacos

By Teco Balt

Everyone sat in chairs in a circle. The linoleum tile gave an awkward effect to the rustling, weak coughing, and silence.
“I see we have someone new to the group today. Would you like to share with the group today?” Said the little guy in glasses.
Busch looks down at his coffee. He drops his cigarette in the cup and sets it on the floor.
He clears his throat. There was a shine on his jaw as it flexed under the stubble.
“I've never told anyone this before. It's , it's always been hard for me to open, to open up to people. It just seems kinda gay.” He adjusts his gold chain and pops a couple knuckles.
“So, anyway, I woke up while pooping. It was the most disorienting thing that has ever happened to me. I wasn't sure how long I had been there, or how I got there. I stood up and could feel...something...running down my legs. As I entered the hallway..”
“Okay, sir, I going to have to ask...” The guy in glasses started to say.
Busch waved him off and continued.
“I may have been drugged, but I'm not sure. Like I said, it was very disorienting.”

Opening your own restaurant called Cold Beer and Cheap Tacos is not as easy as it sounds.
Drug dealers, corrupt city officials, friends in low places and a host of other problems
is going to make opening this hole-in-the-wall require a wrecking ball.
Busch will succeed or die trying.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teco Balt
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310060342

Teco Balt

Just a lonely drifter with a pastel complexion and a cheap sombrero.With rape and violence rampant in this land, with human flesh cheapened and vulgarized, one of the last bastions of human decency is the gentle satisfaction one gains from making a horse-head bookend.

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Cold Beer

Cheap Tacos

by Teco Balt

Copyright 2016 Teco Balt

Chapter 1: An Introduction

Everyone sat in chairs in a circle. The linoleum tile gave an awkward effect to the rustling, weak coughing, and silence.

I see we have someone new to the group today. Would you like to share with the group today? said the little guy in glasses.

Busch looks down at his coffee. He drops his cigarette in the cup and sets it on the floor. He clears his throat. There was a shine on his jaw as it flexed under the stubble.

I've never told anyone this before. It's , it's always been hard for me to open, to open up to people. It just seems kinda gay. He adjusts his gold chain and pops a couple knuckles.

So, anyway, I woke up while pooping. It was the most disorienting thing that has ever happened to me. I wasn't sure how long I had been there, or how I got there. I stood up and could feel…something…running down my legs. As I entered the hallway..

Okay, sir, I going to have to ask… The guy in glasses started to say.

Busch waved him off and continued.

I may have been drugged, but I'm not sure. Like I said, it was very disorienting.

Oh! Said the little man in glasses, So you were raped!

What? No! Busch said, Who said anything about being raped?

Okay, moving on the little man said, Lyla, did you have something to share tonight?

Oy, all these cockle joey's turn my knob they do! First they'll want to jog your lolly, then they want ta Roger your stint, they do. He tried to nog his crumb up in me lift he did!

Lady Busch said with a square jaw and a frown I don't know what you just said, but I like the cut of your jib.

She looked confused.

Okay, Lyla, I'm not sure if this is very constructive for the group the little man said.

He sussed me knickers and mucked about in me dustbin. Are you just gonna sit there and act like there ain't been no manner of cock-up on me dole? Are you a Barney Ned?

Lady Busch said are you on drugs?

She begins to cry. Although it was a compliment, Busch felt somewhat responsible. He intertwined his fingers.

It's okay to cry, it's not a sign of weakness, Busch said, I mean, I don't cry, but it's not because of my strength, it's because I’m very powerful. You know, there was a village near my home when I was a child. We weren't actually part of the village even though you could see it from our house. It was a big political thing between my father and the…

The little guy tries to interject but Busch continues.

"But anyway, we would go into town each weekend. This one weekend in Autumn we arrived to the village by cart. I remember the smile on my mother's face as she looked at me. I remember the air was perfect that day. My mother was dressed in a grey cloak which was