Two Different Worlds

By Francis Xavier

Down the street or shopping, you always see the ones who are trying to be the macho man. They walk toward you so you have to sidestep and make way for them. I always wonder how tough he would be if someone did not move and pounded the piss out of them. I put my theory to work in the mall parking lot. I am 5'5" and macho man a 6 foot plus shoved into me when I did not move. I beat the crap out of him and left him crying like a baby. All you people who step aside for these assholes, that was for you and me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887631882

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Two Different Worlds

Francis Xavier

Copyright © 2023 Francis Xavier

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NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2023

ISBN 979-8-88763-187-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88763-188-2 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Pulling into the parking lot, I look into my rearview mirror, and the face looking back at me says, Well, Sally boy, let's see what today has in store for you. I was facing the multiple choice of glass doors to enter in.

I marvel at the number of people streaming in and out like a colony of ants. I'll take the middle with the revolving doors. Those doors always remind me of the slapstick humor of people going around and around. I was then walking down the seemingly endless corridor to the huge cherrywood double doors in front of me marked Pan Am Import and Export. The first step I take into the office, I sink into the two inches of rug that looks like a sea of Hershey's chocolate. The greeting is always the same no matter how many times I go there. Good day. Nice to see you again. How can I help you?

Mara looking like a marble sculpture of the prefect greets me in a cold manner.

Sir James has been waiting for you, so go right in.

Behind his oversized oak desk sat Sir James—impeccable as ever. Nothing out of place with him or the office.

In keeping with his refined English upbringing, he says, Do have a seat.

Then comes, What the fuck took you so long to get here. With that opening line, all those images fade. I'm standing in front of Jimmy Cold Cuts inside of his Brooklyn delicatessen. The beautiful and cold Mara that greeted me is actually Carmine—5 foot 4 inches, 275 lbs., son of Jimmy Cold Cuts.

The long corridor in reality was rows of wire racks on either side filled with chips, bread rolls, and groceries.

So, Jimmy, what do you have for me?

Sally boy, only the old man and Jimmy still call me that. How would you like to take a trip to London?

"Jimmy, sometimes I get