Four Shrimp Tacos and a Walther P38

By Alec Cizak

Sal Anthony has been picked on his entire life. When his nemesis from high school, Moe Wolf, comes back to town, the old wounds boil to the surface. Moe competes with Sal for the affection of a dancer at a church that has been converted to a strip club. The rivalry turns violent and the old pecking order is established once again.

But this time, Sal Anthony isn’t having it. He’s just lost his job. His apartment is infested with rodents. The entire world seems thrilled to walk all over him. His patience with the idea that God will exact vengeance on his behalf has run out.

On the advice of another patron at the strip club, Sal sets out for Chicago to find a very special taco truck that holds the key to getting the bully Moe Wolf, and the entire, cruel world, for that matter, off his back once and for all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Down & Out Books
• Release date: Sep 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005073077

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FOUR SHRIMP TACOS AND A WALTHER P38

Guns + Tacos Season Two Episode 3

Alec Cizak

Series Created and Edited by

Michael Bracken and Trey R. Barker

Copyright © 2020 by Alec Cizak

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A Taco, a T-Bird, a Beretta and One Furious Night by Ann Aptaker

March 15, 2018

12:25 p.m

Were it not for the sign outside High Spirits, a rotating, neon outline of a naked woman with angel wings, the uninformed would easily have mistaken the building for a church. After all, it had been a church at one time. Father Wes Bunson, the owner and proprietor, had converted it to a strip club in the mid-nineties after deciding Americans had no patience for religion. At least, the one involving the carpenter nailed to a cross. Hollywood had been bashing away at the faith since the 1960s. Academia and philosophy had gnawed at the Bible’s inconsistencies for even longer. The priest figured it best to fly the gospel under the radar. Americans loved to be entertained. They were a puritanical lot, for sure. Feared sex the way normal populations feared violence. And yet, they craved the lurid. They especially liked to exploit their women. Why not throw some flesh at them with religious imagery and music?

Sal Anthony knew this, the story behind High Spirits, because he’d spoken with Father Wes Bunson on numerous Thursdays. The club offered a lunch buffet every day of the week, a ploy to attract blue-collar workers from around Lake County. The pizza buffet on Thursdays drew the largest crowd. Upon hanging up his collar, Father Wes Bunson married Hannah Park, a former beauty queen from Seoul who, somehow, had conjured a way to bake pies rivalling the best pizza in America. Better than Chicago. Better than New York. Sal had patronized the joint since he’d started working at Fork’s Auto Parts. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the girls as well. They wore silk wings hooked over their shoulders. The wings stayed on after their bras and panties came off. Indeed, they resembled angels as they spun around a brass pole planted on the altar.

In recent months, a young brunette calling herself Jasmine had begun dancing the Thursday lunch shift. There had been other versions of Jasmine at High Spirits. In fact, there were still other Jasmines working other days of the week. But none of them entranced Sal like Thursday’s Jasmine. She had straight bangs and shoulder-length hair framing her face. She looked like a fair-skinned Cleopatra. She stood barely taller than five feet. Tattoos of Bugs Bunny and Donald Duck quarreled on her inner ankles. She said they represented the duality of life. And she reminded Sal of Cassie Bell, a booksmart rah-rah he’d made the mistake of falling in love with his senior year of high school. If he finished his pizza early, he’d hire Thursday’s Jasmine for a private dance. Two hymns for ten bucks. She made Sal sit on his hands while she bounced on his lap and, with little enthusiasm, suggested he repent for his more vulgar inclinations. This turned him on more—the teasing. The half-assed