You're some kind of cop, ain't you? I don't like guns. "A gun I don't know where it come from, and it's lying up there.
I found it on top the ceiling." I noticed now that the weapon was rust-spotted. Would the old guy get me before the cops could get him? He stepped closer, pushing the office door shut behind him. It was on Merrimack Street now, just outside, but rather than calm me, it was a razor strop across the raw edge of my nerves. I heard the siren then-had been hearing it for the past minute, wailing somewhere. "Look-" I was still scrambling for a life ring. There was one working, and this old guy had found him. The city golf tournament was on, and there wasn't a businessman, accountant, or lawyer to be found they were all out whooping it up at Mount Pleasant or at Vesper. Another mad dog fizzing with rage, needing someone to blame. Standing in the Bessemer blast of the pizza oven, one too many customers saying "Hold the anchovies," and he'd wigged and come through the building at 10 Kearney Square-the Fairburn Building, if you take your irony straight-looking for people to shoot on sight. Tony's, whatelse? A nice old fellow, I'd always figured. He worked in the pizza shop around the corner. The loser in a bitter divorce case I'd done investigative work for? An insurance cheat I'd outed? A face in the crowd? It was double-barrel, big-gauge, and this close it was like looking into the Ted Williams Tunnel. The ugly snout of the shotgun glared at me in the June sunlight sliced by the venetian blinds-maybe the last sunlight I'd ever see. My heart was banging off the tin ceiling. He tossed it aside and stepped toward my desk, where my morning coffee steamed in the cup. The bag was the long, thin kind that hero sandwiches come in. He was wild-eyed, winded from the three-flight climb.
Sport Goofy had a huge success in France where he was the protagonist of over a hundred stories, while he had little success in other countries where even in the United States, the country of production of his debut animated appearance, a single story is published in which this character appears.I looked up and saw the old guy standing in my office doorway, pulling a sawed-off shotgun out of a brown paper bag. One day, however, he met a group of guys from a mini Basket team who invited him to play with them, and he realized they had talent.Īs he explains to Morty and Ferdie Fieldmouse and Huey, Dewey, and Louie after starting playing mini Basket, he became the first of his class and was accepted by his other peers.Īfter his animated debut in the short film Soccermania, he appears in various comic stories including some of Italian production such as "Il segreto di Sport Goofy", written by Massimo Marconi and designed by Giorgio Cavazzano, of. When he was small, he was denied in all kinds of sports. Unlike his cousin, who wears typically more casual clothes, he wears sportswear. He is Goofy's cousin and is completely identical to him in appearance.
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