Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

whole life in little tiny ways before you realized you were under attack. Some people never realized at all. They just died in the gutter thinking the universe was a horror.

That would actually be fun. I could take years over this. Make it a project.

But it wouldn’t rob the bank and you have to have certain standards.

“Boss I have him.”

“Eiger?”

“No not him: Mr. Client. Your man Leclerc.”

“…Tell me all Charlie.”

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I am doing the thing where you steeple your hands with your fingertips on your forehead like they are containing your intellect and your rage. I am just trying it out because it’s a villain thing. I quite like it although I have this urge to futz around with the corners of my eyes because they feel like they have grit in them and I could just poke it out and get rid of it and then go back to my steepling. That is not like sticking a fucking paper clip in your ear it is perfectly safe although if you do it after a commercial flight you will catch something because Doc tells me the primary route of infection on aircraft is surface to hand to eye. Anyway the steepling maybe doesn’t work for me but I am trying it.

It’s going to freak the shit out of Charlie so there’s that.

“Tell me all, Charlie. Tell me all.”

“Ooooh show-and-tell!”

Sometimes the villain thing is harder than you’d think.

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Here is Hans Eiger as a strapping young soldier and here is his brother in arms François something or other we do not know because this was in the fucking stone age before the Internet. The guy is Belgian and he went and joined the Legion with an eye to sidestepping some past mistakes and when he was discharged he took a French passport in the name of François Leclerc, which is somewhat like being a French John Smith. While he was in the Legion, though, Frankie made friends with (picture) a bunch of nice guys including (picture) Hans Eiger and they were you know soldiers together and then after they were soldiers of fortune maybe a little bit and it is unkindly suggested (picture) they were running heroin from Iran through Kosovo and up into Europe with the assistance of assorted fuckwads (picture picture short clip) and these fuckwads were of a Nazi persuasion (arrest photos) that is to say new Fascists with an ethnic beef (riot burning cars men shouting at tiny brown kids on a bus) and old Nazi blood looking to capitalize on the fanboys (New York Times profile seriously motherfuckers you’re WHAT now) in order to rise again, and the criminal element among these guys just love to deal heroin from Mesopotamia into their own countries because they are so motherfucking patriotic. They do this with maximal violence because it is not about money with them although they like money it is about power and specifically the power to fuckwad as much as possible like this toxic masculinity we hear so much about these days that is entirely their jam.

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“Boss I am right there with you but their failure to model a more positive manhood to the youth is not our primary concern here—”

“I know Charlie but completeness and detail are important in a holistic criminal environment—”

“I haz much details here it are: they are dicks. With tattoos.”

Charlie is full of true facts.

(Slideshow. Some of the dicks with tattoos have tattoos on their dicks and this cannot possibly be pleasing to the old guys like: what is Fascism coming to, millennial Nazis have no standards they probably eat avocados like the Socialists and then where are we and la la la.)

All the same here is Frankie Leclerc being a fuckwad at a demo in Greece and here is Frankie palling it up with those NATO guys who went to jail for drugs and here is Frankie with the Brothers of the White—I don’t know I’m saying maybe Roosters?—the art is awful—anyway they are a motorcycle gang. And here is Frankie with the Count von Badfuckyourself and the Count is known to be the new man in respectable far-right politics in Mitteleuropa and here he is with Bishop Hatlikepeniskirchen who totally reaches out to the poors and understands why they do not like the Africa coming to these green shores of the northern Med that is just good economic sense and entirely compatible with the Christianism and pretty soon I would like to vomit in a bucket please.

And here is Frankie with a bunch of metal suitcases flying out of Bogotá on a Moldovan emergency medical courier passport and here is our dear friend Hans Eiger hugging him at Basel airport and welcoming the great man to Switzerland and Hans Eiger is a good Swiss and this is after all a medical emergency so it would be rude to overcook the security discussion that would just be inappropriate.

One billion in emeralds from a conflict zone moved through Colombia into the Kircheisen Festung.

Mr. Client lied to me.

He also told me the truth.

Moohoohaha.

Here is my truth: Frankie Leclerc is a very bad drug dealer. That is to say that he is a bad man which I do not care about but also very bad at dealing drugs. You can tell because there are so many arrest records and outstanding warrants and such for his people. You can tell because in this dog-eat-dog world of Internets and dark websites and that Frankie is using conventional analog methods and guess what his overheads must suck bigly. Bribes and lawyers and hits and such yes. Frankie is not clearing anything like the kind of money in those cases so Frankie…Frankie has backers and backers are a thing they are an issue they are like investors shareholders they expect results and a guy like Frankie…he does not like someone jogging his arm. So now we begin to see what Hans Eiger and Frankie might have in common now they are all growed up and serious men.