they needed and we would circle back and sell them their truck at a reduced rate. The only hitch was what to do with the syrup. I mean it had to disappear.”  He sipped his coffee. “You with me?”

 

“Yeah, sure.” I lied.  I was confused. Was Uncle Louie really connected with some New York City gangsters?  We all thought this was part of being crazy after coming home from Vietnam. Guys, a club, him in trouble for something that went wrong.

 

“I was for just dumping it down the sewer, I mean what do you do with that much syrup? My genius buddy, Billy decides it would be to our advantage to sell it.  Black-market the shit. Make some extra cash and walk away all nice and rosy cozy.”

 

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