BLUE EYED DEVIL: A Light Hearted Look at Racism

By D.B. Cooper

In "The Blue Eyed Devil" movie maker Harvey finds himself entangled in a web of blackmail when he is lured to Carpo, Nevada to listen to a movie pitch. The story revolves around Deval, a young man who grew up in a harsh and unforgiving environment. He was from the wrong side of where the tracks used to be, Ithaca Island. With a mother involved in the world's oldest profession and a fierce protectiveness towards his siblings, Deval's life is marked by struggle and violence.

Despite his small stature, Deval possesses a relentless fighting spirit that both intimidates and attracts those around him. As he embarks on a journey, Deval's friends and acquaintances attempt to exploit his violent tendencies for their own gain. His path takes him to Vietnam, where he finds himself imprisoned in a military facility. In a daring escape, he encounters drug smugglers, battles South China Sea pirates, and even faces the unimaginable horror of cannibals. Deval faced all these struggles and battles while navigating the delicate issues of racism.

It is during a life-threatening encounter with the cannibals that Deval sustains grave injuries while heroically saving the life of his friend, a man of black descent. The story concludes with a gripping cliffhanger, leaving readers wondering if Deval survives his ordeal.

"The Blue Eyed Devil" draws inspiration from Homer's epic tale, weaving a thrilling narrative of survival, redemption, and the indomitable human spirit. With its gritty portrayal of a troubled protagonist and a series of perilous adventures, this book takes readers on an unforgettable journey through the darkest corners of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9798369418956

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Copyright © 2024 by D.B. Cooper.

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Contents

Introduction

Shit Storm

Carpo, Nevada

Vietnamese Chicken

Black Man

Slim

The Pitch

Introducing Deval

Deval’s Sisters

Pawpaw’s House

Continuity

Tonto

Sheriff Chote

Hold Up

Fat Motherfucker

Road Trip

Ride

Dust Deval

Breaux Bridge

Port Barre

Opelousas

Guard Shack

Nut Sack

Leesville

Capt. Johnny Maple

Juicy Lucy’s

Air Miles

Going Up Country

Sunday Drive

Hill X

Digger Dave

Breakfast With Dave

God of the Mountain

Maple Breakfast

Sgt. Jackson

Mountain Dew

Digger

Truck Patch

Cluster Fuck

Picayune

Down the Mountain

Ground Hog Day

Tunnel Rats

Dusty Deval

Hospital Head

Tattoo Parlor

Close Shave

Mascot

The Deval is in the Details

Forgive Me, Father

Adios Padre

The Escape

River Launch

River Rats

John Fucking Wayne

The Dogs of War

Tossed at Sea

Dark Ass Red

Island Paradise

Monkey Business

INTRODUCTION

O KAY FOLKS. LET’S kick this dog in the ass and get this thing going. First off let me tell ya’ll that I don’t know shit about writing a fucking book. I’m just trying to tell ya’ this here story the way I heard it and in the most entertaining way that I can. I like to call this book a light-hearted look at racism. The main character is a racist so naturally there’s going to be racist language…If words like Honky, Cracker, Greaser, Spick or Hick, Gook, Chink…or the ever so terrible, worst word ever spoken, and soon to be against the law to even mutter in the privacy and comfort of your own home…. NIGGER! There! I said it! Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! I don’t aim to only offend one race of people, but all of them, so if these words or words like them offend you then put the book down now, or better yet…Buy it, so that you can burn it! It makes no difference to me, but if you do decide to read it, know this, don’t take it too seriously because I don’t, and remember, we are all humans, which although true, we are not the same, and until we recognize this, we will never get a long.

D. B. Cooper

SHIT STORM

H ARVEY COULDN’T BELIEVE he was doing this shit. It was that motherfucking Rosie McGarvin starting a shit storm that turned into a goddamn movement. Fuck Me Too my ass. Every one of those bitches knew exactly what was up. There’s not one of those motherfuckers that wouldn’t suck a horse’s cock and act like they liked it if it would get them an Oscar. After all, they are actresses. A million bucks for a 20-year-old sex tape isn’t a bad price right now but they had to be amateurs, or they would have asked for 10 million, and they would have gotten it but there was no way he was driving to Carpo, Nevada a lone.

Harvey had produced 100’s of movies with blackmailers in them and they always say come alone and they never do. So, he hired his driver and best friend, Big Ed Hammer Howard. He was a ex-Navy Seal turned MMA fighter, turned failed actor. Harvey told him he could keep the million dollars if he didn’t have to pay the blackmailers.

CARPO, NEVADA

C ARPO, NEVADA WAS 60 miles down a dead-end road in the middle of the eastern Nevada desert. It was 200 miles from anywhere. Google Maps showed the biggest structure in the town to be a huge mountain of old tires. They could be just some old desert rats that stumbled on some old pictures, but Ed wasn’t going to take any chances. He had four of his old seal team members following about a mile back. What Harvey doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He won’t even see them unless they’re ne eded.

They had just turned down Highway 64 which dead-ended in Carpo and had gone about 10 miles when they had to slow down suddenly for some sort of road construction. Which Harvey thought was weird, as it was in the middle of nowhere at 6:00 in the morning. It looked like some sort of pipeline. There was a big ass trench running down the right side of the road and some Indian looking kid flagged them by, and they were on their way again. Ed’s seal team buddies weren’t as lucky. They had a dump truck in front of them and a cattle truck behind them and were at a complete stop, when suddenly a D-9 Caterpillar came from the other side of the road and pushed them into the trench burying them in dirt. The cat went on filling in the ditch all the way down the road as the cattle truck unloaded its cargo. Five red skins came along behind in a pickup truck setting fence posts and stringing wire. In 15 minutes, they were all gone. They had disappeared into the desert. But before they left, they took an auger and dug a hole right where they had buried the suburban, dumped a load of bottled water in the hole and filled it in. Because everybody knows seals must have water or they dry up.

They rolled into Carpo at 6:30. The meeting was meant to be at 7:30 but Harvey wanted to be early. He wanted this shit over with and didn’t want any surprises. What a shithole! Why would anyone build a town here? It looked like a ghost town. Tumbleweeds and trash blowing in the dirt streets, the giant mountain of tires greeting them as they entered the town. This fucking mountain of tires had fucking goats on it. Tire mountain goats! It was strange…

VIETNAMESE CHICKEN

T HERE WERE MAYBE ten buildings in the whole place. Mostly derelict run-down cinder block buildings with flapping tin roofs and in the middle of town were about ten pickup trucks and a couple of horses with buggies. In the dusty parking lot was the Anh Yeu Em Ga Lau Roi, or as most of us would understand, the You Love Me Chicken Long Time. What the fuck? A Vietnamese fried chicken j oint?

Sir, I think I should go in and check this place out first. Fuck that! Come on, let’s get this shit over with! The joint didn’t look very big from the front, but it was a long skinny place that looked like maybe it was made from an old boxcar. There was a row of booths, but most of the patrons were sitting at the counter.

Harvey and Ed sat down in a booth that was all the way in the back so that Ed could watch the door. Man, you need to calm down motherfucker, you blow this thing, and you can kiss your movie career goodbye! The fat little waitress waddled over, acting all pissed off because she had to walk all the way towards the back to wait on them. Harvey could see why everyone was sitting at the counter now… What da’ fuck ya’ want? the waitress asked in broken English. Excuse me ma’am? You heard motherfuckeeer, What…You…Want…Eat...Stupid cocksucker Jew boy! muttering the last bit under her breath. The men frowned. Uh, just coffee right now please… The waitress looked at them impatiently…. Okey Dokey, me bring coffee, you want something eat? I ain’t keep coming back over here for ya cracker Jew ass motherfuckeeers...

Man, what the fuck kind of weird ass shit is this? The waitress came back with the coffee and Ed noticed she had her thumb stuck in his cup but not wanting to make this bitch any more pissed off than she already was, he didn’t say anything. Harvey having decided he was hungry after all, spoke to the waitress instead, Ok honey, you talked me into it. What ya’ got to eat? The waitress looked at him as if he was stupid. CHICK-EN! It’s a fucking chicken restaurant cocksucker! For breakfast? She sighed, getting even more annoyed. Okaaay, okay, we got Bahn Xeo. What’s that? The waitress rolled her eyes. It’s a Vietnamese pancake…. You want Bahn Xeo and chicken? I’ll fix for you. She nodded towards Ed, Him too? Yes ma’am, him too but give him double helpings, he’s a big fella. Ed looked over, I don’t want no fucking chicken just some more coffee and if you don’t mind could you keep your thumb out of my cup? The waitress looked down at the coffee, NO! she nodded before looking back up, that warm coffee help rheumatism. WHAT? Ed looked at her getting pissed off himself, Why don’t you put that thumb up your ass bitch? The waitress smirked, Oh no Mister white man, that what we do while in kitchen. She laughed. Stupid white motherfuckeeer! Oh yeah? Well, no wonder it’s bitter as shit. Harvey sighed, Man, what’s wrong with you? Now they’re gonna spit in my food… These chicken and pancakes are good! The Vietnamese pancakes were deep-fried, kind of crispy on the outside with a honey dipping sauce, Look, I don’t give a shit about no fucking gook pancakes. We’ve been here for two fucking hours…where the fuck is he?

BLACK MAN

L ISTEN, YOU NEED to calm the fuck down before you blow this gig man! Harvey looked at Ed annoyed. Cut that shit out, you’re pissing off the waitress! He’s right! came a reply as both men looked across the restaurant to see a tall slender light-skinned black man with almost entirely gray hair. What did you say? The black man swung around on his barstool at the counter and started to walk over. I said…. HE…IS…RIGHT. Don’t you speak English? Your friend, he’s right, you do need to calm down. They noticed the man had a pronounced limp in his left leg as Harvey scooted over while the man pushed his way into the booth next to him. How you fellas doing this morning? Them fucking gook pancakes is fucking good, right? Yeah, maybe, but the coffee tastes like shit! The black man laughed, Then why you keep drinking it asshole? Listen old man, you got the fucking pictures? I want to get back to L.A. sometime today ya’ know. The black man looked at Harvey, "What da’ fuck is he doing here anyhow?