I might have let myself a bit carried away. Now I have 68 screens and 140 object to examine ... That's a lot of text.
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For the last 3 years on Sunday afternoon I go at Butcher's and have a glass of old scotch whiskey while we play a game of chess. Butcher is not a butcher, but he owns a bar called 'The Butcher' down the street. He sometimes wears an old butcher's leather apron stained with blood or maybe just paint. He says it was his father's. Who was also called Butcher, but wasn't a butcher. He was a hitman for the Miami mob, hence his nickname.
I met Butcher 3 years ago when two punks from Los Gatos kidnapped his 17 years old daughter for ransome. I found the girl a bit shaken but otherwise in good shape. Then I tracked down those two punks and delivered them to him. I have never seen them since. In fact nobody did. I never asked Butcher what happened with them and he never spoken about it.
And we remained friends.
And as I said, each Sunday afternoon we meet for a glass of whiskey and a game of chess. Today he called and asked me to visit him. Which is great, except for the fact that today is Tuesday, not Sunday, and I wonder what happened.
Well, every cloud has a silver lining - to pass time I started to work on a P I Cole sequel (provisional title "Invisible"). I already drew 30 + screens, but there is still a lot of work to be done. 
