"The Don And The Matador" for notphil

...heard.” Abruzzi is being held back by three brave associates. He is straining so vigorously, the sinews in his neck are gargantuan, the sweat on his forehead is the size of golf balls, the wisps of his sparrowy, mullety hair spark with flint and fire. “Settle down, Abruzzi. I said , settle down. Until you can stop hopping around like a fucking eight-toed sock we’re not going to be able to talk ...