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Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan כתר / The Crown, Part 11 by Jack Heart

Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan כתר / The Crown, Part 11 by Jack Heart

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 Chapter 56The summer of eighty-nine had now begun. Even John was wearing T-shirts under his greasy Carhartt overalls revealing his tree trunk sized arms. Janet hadn’t been exaggerating about the new barmaid. If there was such a thing has a hidden master she was one of them. I didn’t fear her. I knew by now, as the poet Jimmy Carroll said, I had allies in heaven and I had comrades in hell. But I knew she was a venomous snake and I knew from reading about how most of the herpetologists who studied venomous snakes ended up its best to avoid them even if you do find them fascinating. John had no such reservations. She was a little heavyset and very arrogant, just Johns type. He settled up to the bar at Gaslight and ordered a Wild Turkey. He said “so you know about Crowley I hear. What else do you know about, the hidden masters? There are those who serve Set and those who serve Horus and his prophet four one eight. There are no real masters. Who do you serve?” She said “why don’t you find out about me? How about I do your tarot cards? When I am done you will know all there is to know.” John smirked and said “your place or mine?” She said “my place after work.” They left in her car after the day shift ended and I went home early. I was told the next day that John showed up back at the Gaslight about 2 AM wearing only his underwear. He took his truck and left. The girl never came back to work again. When I asked John what had happened he would only say “she started doing my tarot cards and she just knew too much about me. She knew stuff that nobody should know. I had to get out of there. She lives right in Babylon so I just jogged back to my truck.” Right down Sunrise Highway in his skivvies as I found out in the ensuing days. I didn’t ask any more questions. I knew better. Red and I were walking into an afterhours club in Babylon a month or two later and she was the barmaid. As soon as I walked through the door she produced a camera and snapped my picture. Red freaked out, he probably thought it was a mob thing. He went behind the bar to take the camera from her and I said “no. Let her keep it.” They would make me pay for my overconfidence in the ensuing months. I still did not know Gods Hebrew names.Nietzsche said “Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.” I had no intentions of casting my demon out. I let him drive. The first few months of the summer of eighty-nine were like the golden age. Sooner or later it would have to be Dianne. It could only be Dianne. Anything less was to condemn myself to wander the earth in perpetual hunger. But I was having too much fun with Michelle and everybody else. I just didn’t know how little time I had left. I also didn’t bargain that Dianne was just as cruel as me.Patty Esposito started coming around regularly. I didn’t think much of it when they gave him the agency. Phil should have just stayed and kept it. I didn’t want it, that’s for sure. Geir always called Richey “a whore monger!” I tended to agree with him. Richey was giving me money hand over fist and my landscaping business was doing well. I wasn’t about to go into the pimp business.I couldn’t listen to anymore of Michelle’s bullshit about me taking her car ‘to go see Dianne so I rented three or four cars. Actually it was four but I lost one when I forgot where I parked it. It seemed like it became legal for clubs to remain open in Babylon after hours that summer. We no longer went to Diners after work. Usually everyone went to the Third Rail, a bar over by Babylon train station. There we would party till the sunlight became offensive. All the ‘gangsters’ went there. It was my new place to hold court and now I had a queen. In Richey’s clubs we rolled Richey’s customers whenever we could. One time Red got over two thousand in twenty dollar bills from a drunk sleeping it off in his car in the parking lot. The bills were so new I couldn’t even count them. Guys used to come around and sell the dancers high end designer clothes. I determined who came around by how much of a cut they gave me. I don’t know if I was drunk or the guy really shorted me but I had Blockhead thoroughly clean this guy’s car out one night. There was an Arab Bazaar at the Third Rail later on. Of course Michelle was taking the best stuff for herself. This guy we used to call ‘hello I’m Sal I’m somebody’s son’, because that is practically the way he would introduce himself, comes over and asks me if he could buy one of the outfits for his girlfriend. Unfortunately for Sal it was an outfit Michelle had already picked out for herself. She didn’t even let me answer him. She physically threw him into a fifty gallon garbage pail. Only his legs were dangling out of it.Chapter 57Jim didn’t work for me that year so I hired my cousin Andrew to be my foreman. Andrew was built just like me. He’s the same age as my younger sister and ...
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