Episode 1
This neck of the woods was scary except for man like Tripod. Every bum and deranged hoodlum called the Black Eyed Pee their home. Tripod had just finished up his 12 hour shift as foreman of an 1800 man crew building a new complex for Immigration Services in Phoenix and this was the closest bar.
Tripod needed a couple of cold beers and a ride. The buxom barmaid with the American flag tattooed to her right breast looked like the ride he wanted and a “Rodeo Cool” beer was just what he needed to relax.
Those who knew Tripod understood how even-tempered he was, but even his best friends couldn’t have imagined a group of drunken bankers coming in to that bar and making smart assed remarks about how average Joe was a loser.
Tripod slipped off his bar stool and casually walked down to the men who thought a suit and a pocket full of money protected them from an ass kicking. He said “say one more word”. The banker said “what?” The ass kicking started. Tripod gave out bruises as if they were Halloween candy. Noses were broken, eyes were black, only Tripod was left standing.
As Tripod was walking out the door he turned and looked at the bankers who were spread out all over the floor and said “that ass kicking is your reward for screwing up our country”
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