re: #148 Soap_Man

From the story:

On phone: “A veiled threat of violence? I don’t have time for that shit! This craps table is hot baby!”

And three weeks later, he finds himself waking up from an alcoholic blackout in a seedy bordello, a dead girl in the bed, and a guy in a three-piece suit offering to be his friend if he’ll just sign a little note saying he’ll never talk bad about the militias again.