Me, and Myself

By Bo Widerberg

Well,I suppose I should introduce myself. Why, I don't know, you won't remember my name anyway. Well, whatever, my name is Ralph Steel. And, today my friend, I'm pissed off, and that is to put it mildly. To explain my frustration, this is the second time someone had invaded my turf. If this person isn't brain dead right now, he or she will be when I get my hands on him, or her. It turned out, that a criminal cartel had moved in to my town. With my good friend, Neil Jason, together with a foreign police officer, Me Wong, the problem after some real fight, with rockets and machine guns in Hong Kong, the problem was taken care of.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bo Widerberg
• Release date: Aug 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370383382

Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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Me, and

myself.

by

Bo Widerberg

All characters in this story are fictitious,

and any resemblance to real people,

living or dead is coincidental.

©Widerberg©

All rights reserved.

Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. Why, I don’t know, you won’t remember my name anyway. Well, whatever, my name is Ralph Steel. And today, my friend I’m pissed off, and that is to put it mildly. To explain my frustration, this is the second time someone has invaded my turf. If this person isn’t brain dead right now, he, or she, will be when I get my hands on him, or her. Thought Ralph as he was sitting in his favorite pub, to console himself. He ordered another draft from the girl serving the tables tonight.

Ralph, is a big man. Six foot four inches tall, and he weighs a tad over three hundred thirty pounds, all muscles. He is a fulltime criminal person, but, dresses well, and keeps his face shaved all the time. Short cut light brown hair, and the same with his eyes, light brown. He is in the mid thirties.

His longtime friend, Neil Jason, came up to his table, and said. Do you have space for another thirsty customer at this table Ralph? You look like someone have stolen your Christmas presents. Could I be of any help, trying to solve your problems, Ralph?

Neil is as tall as Ralph, but weighs only a tad over two hundred eighty pounds. He is blond, and has light blue eyes. He prefers to dress in jeans type of clothing’s, and he loves his sneakers.

Don’t know Neil. Some turd has been trying to sell shit on my own turf again. This is the second time in only four month. Have you heard any rumors, of some new guys trying to get a foothold here in our city, and on my own turf?

"Yeah Ralph, I heard some noise about a new Colombian cartel might be moving in. Where, or when, they intend to do their business, I have no idea. However, Ralph, these small dark foreign assholes might be the trouble you are looking at, the once trying to do their