Sammy, the Gat: “I Got Me A Skin-Splitter On My Tooth Liner”

(Glossary at end.) 

Joe. I smell high-octane battery acid. Cuppa, cuppa, cuppa.
As I come outta the creep sleep that angel-winged me from there to here, I’m head-scopin’ a pic of a stained-glass panel with steamin’ coffee cup and an address. Fuzzed out, but toppa the list, I noodle it but no go.
I open my peep holes and glance to my left. Nobody t’home. Tray table’s up. But I got me a skin-splitter on my tooth liner, and I’m wonderin’ why the cat? And was that really Slaughter City’s Johnnie Pickles sittin’ next to me? And, if so, what’s the mob doin’ involved with a big-time govie, a pond-jumpin’ twister and a Feeber investig? 

(Click to catch up on Sammy, the Gat.)

THE GATIONARY of Sammy Speak 

angel-wing: v. travel by plane.   creep sleep: n. drug-enhanced sleep.
Feeber: n. Federal Bureau of Investigation.   fuzzed out: adj. unable to focus.
govie: n. politician; government employee.   head-scope: v. think about.
high-octane battery acid: n. coffee.   investig: n. investigation.   joe: n. coffee.
noodle: v. think about.   peep hole: n. eyeball.
pond-jumpin’ twister: n. international blackmailer.   skin-splitter: n. scratch.
Slaughter City: n. Chicago.   tooth liner: n. lip.   toppa the list: adj. important.

(Photo by Jean L. Hays, Friday Fictioneers, December 28, 2013.)

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2 Responses to Sammy, the Gat: “I Got Me A Skin-Splitter On My Tooth Liner”

  1. JackieP says:

    Good one! I only missed one. 🙂

  2. I missed two, but I’m getting better.:)

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