PRINCETON HHH HASH #576.4

Date: October 13, 1996
Weather: Garjus
Venue: Near the Hun School to Battlefield Park
Time: 1:08
Set By: The Cuban Assassin
Hashers: The Delay LLLama, Geezer, I'm SO Dirty, The Gerbils Are Sick and
Dying, LRF, Jeff Skaar, Mike (I'm Two Desparate) McCabe, Throatwarbler
Mangrove, Nick Congrich, Molly Graves, Rawsex, our former Religious Advisor
Without Spiritual EXess, and Glory, the Wonderpup.

Descriptions, comments, polemics, and lies: I was sitting inside the Belle
Meade Inn sipping my Stegmaier and watching two men with buttons in their
ears standing outside contemplating the "For Sale" and "Condemned" signs.
The signs had been there for years, but they didn't know that. That's when
the Cuban Assassin and 
A. G. Zaire walked in. Zaire pushed right by the two, but the Assassin
stopped and muttered quietly, "You don't want any. Go away." The familiar
pair sat down at my table and signaled Jorge for more Stegs. "I can't stand
those shiny green suits," said the Cuban, using his one good eye to fix the
two obvious gumshoes still standing outside. His ill-fitting glass eye was
focussed as usual on the middle distance. The look contributes to the air
of menace that always surrounds him. It is the same stare a rattlesnake
gives a mouse, steady, malevolent, uncaring. "Take it easy, friend," said
Zaire, "they're no real problem, have a Steg." "Don't push that shit at
me," said the Cuban, rubbing the old scar that runs from one ear across the
top of his head to the other, "I had to set this week, and I didn't have
time to do it right. Nothing upsets me more. I got a gig in Kabul, and
couldn't make the finish. I had to call the Geezer for help. You know how
he is; always giving the pack too much help; leaving the really tough parts
out. He's a wimpout and usually brings really bad beer." Zaire nodded
without enthusiasm; his tight relationship with the Geezer is well-known to
all, as is their shared antipathy for authority. The Assassin, on the other
hand, is basically a small businessman, conservative and respectful as any
other member of the bourgeoisie. Of course, the content of his small
business is another matter. 
        Jorge arrived with the cool Stegs in their gleaming bucket and
Zaire beamed. He's really mellowed, I thought, it must have been that week
in Bujurumdi with Rojo. Or was it that week in Reaujeau with Bujurumdi?
Well, it was one or the other. Zaire opened a couple of Stegs and tipped
Jorge lavishly in worthless Ukrainian KypoHc. Suddenly, the two green suits
appeared at the door looking from side to side and talking into cellular
phones. The festive atmosphere was gone, replaced with the sense of
morbidity so common at the Inn. The Assassin and Zaire moved as one, and in
seconds the two green suits were gone, their presence at the door
unremarked, and their fates never to be known. A quarter of an hour passed
until Zaire and the Cuban reappeared, unchanged except for a dark stain on
the Assassin's formerly pristine shirt. "Where were we?" inquired Zaire,
"Ah yes, last week's hash. Well I heard that the Moron no-showed at his
last hash. I wondered what happened to him?" The two slapped each other on
the back and laughed knowingly as a chill settled over the table, and I
drank another Steg.


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