The Meeting

By Scott Niemic

Bob has his hands full when he meets a kid in denial. Lenny thinks old timers have nothing to offer the young and slightly off track in life. This is a wonderful tale of different generations clashing over the deadly issue hitting America addiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Niemic
• Release date: Dec 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463834268

Scott Niemic

Scott Niemic placed runner-up with his first short story " The Boat" in " The Project Greenlight contest " in 2001, created by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.Niemic respects authors like Chris Herren ( "Basketball Junkie"-must read period.) Author "Bob Halloran" including his latest "The king of Weed"(Jimmy Cournoyer-must read) and "Irish Thunder:The hard life and times of Micky Ward"(must read) contemporary favorites from King, Demille, Parker, and Lehane.(all mando reading!)Niemic realized he finally had a place for his wild imagination to run free...A blank sheet of paper.Niemic's memoir is titled" First Class Jerk: Bugatti dreams on a bus pass budget"(coming soon.)Niemic loves the ocean state and calls Rhode Island his home and can be reached on his author page,: "Scott Niemic Author's [e-mail]."

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The Meeting

By

Scott Niemic

Copyright 2018

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There is no way I’m going to sit here with these weirdos for a whole hour, Lenny Moniz thought as he walked into the meeting.

Nothing unusual stood out about the community room in this church basement. Dark wooden floors creaked with age. Plain walls flaunted a wooden cross, mounted behind a chipped podium. Folding metal chairs received strangers as they greeted each other like old friends.

No one better hug me, Lenny mumbled, weaving into the crowd of meeting goers who situated themselves into cliques, all facing the podium.

Lenny passed two long tables set end to end, displaying pastries, beverages, and a trio of grandmother types. Refreshment customers traded smiles for treats, departed, and exchanged one-liners like: It works if you work it, and Meeting makers make it!

Um…Bob? Lenny tried pulling his eyes away, but it was like trying to turn away from an accident. One knew they shouldn’t be interested, but damn it if the eyes didn’t keep turning back anyways. Bob, really?

Crazy, Lenny mused, as he passed by. Disappointingly, he was planted in the middle of the front row by the man he was following.

The white clock with black hands hung several feet away from the cross. It looked exactly like the ones his high school slapped up. It read seven p.m.

A thirty something looking man wearing blue jeans and a sport coat cruised his way down the aisle high fiving people at the end of the rows like on the ‘Price is Right,’ when a person gets called down to the contestants’ row.

Sport coat clasped both hands around the podium, introducing himself to the audience as they hushed their voices and gave him their attention. "Hello, my name is Johnny and