Here it comes
I curse my
ass off sometimes!
*After reading the comments I decided I would change the title of this story so people would understand from the start where this story takes place…
* A few days later… yet another title change thanks to the boss. That is not a typo. It is the boss with a little “b”. There is only one Boss with a big “B”. The Man from Jersey who rips up a stage, playing for hours. The working man’s Boss…..
So from New York comes a reward for good commentary. It’s not Just Fireworks it’s
Now on with story and Ted I am waiting on your word count.
Just to remind anyone reading, it is now called
Somewhere In Japan
Seamus and Tareek towered above the crowd maybe the whole nation. Seamus stood 6’2” with a chunk of red hair. Tereek’s muscles rippled with every movement.
“I tried telling them, Tareek.”
“Did you show them your passport?”
“Yep. They think we are being humble. Must be a cultural thing.”
“Can’t they read English?”
They both looked around, smiled and chuckled.
“Not that well I guess.”
“Seamus at least they don’t think I’m your slave.”
“Remind me to tell you about… Irish need not apply.”
The celebration began in their honor.
“Don’t forget I’m Mark McGwire and you’re Sammy Sosa.”