Tag Archives: Sammy the Gat

“Bitcoin Biz”

Posted on February 19, 2014 by vb guenther

Click for Sammy the Gat blog. (Photo copyright : David Stewart) I’m an ordinary hands-on, bricks-and-mortar, hit-man-for-hire, part-time-undercover-Fed kinda guy, so when Belinda Beauvais hands me this Bitcoin gig, I balk. No way out, she says, and this low-brow is … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “Frigate-Free So Far”

Posted on June 5, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a written-for-fun continuing story). I take the apartment house stairs two at a time and check my stern for signs of a following sea. Frigate-free so far. I tell myself I got the cannon on my … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “Times Three”

Posted on June 5, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a written-for-fun continuing story. This post contains three flash fiction episodes inspired by three different photo prompts which are listed at the end. “The Gationary of Sammy Speak” for all three episodes is also at the … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Feisty Feline Boots Me From The Catbird Seat”

Posted on May 8, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) I hit the tarmac, and my new go-to girl, Cat, and I finally cruise into Casablancaville. ETA minus one. The Feisty Feline boots me from the catbird seat and back-alleys us to a … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “Even Wonder Woman Needs A Breather”

Posted on May 8, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Turns out the kitten’s moniker is Cat, as in Cat Astrophic, a clothes-shedder from the Big Apple–and an in-business shrink and a black-top-burnin’ MotoGP racer to boot. The beauteous Belinda’s been backstaged. Now, … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Floatin’ Deadline Just Dropped Anchor”

Posted on April 29, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Now I got me a new challenge. The book’s been closed on Lefty Louie and Belinda B is stateside. Who’s gonna gimme the dirt on the target? Mystery solved. There is one geeee-orgeous … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “I Noodle The Notion Of Motorin’ To Morocco”

Posted on April 15, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) (Glossary at end.) I got me a prob. As I exit 23 Hasting, I see the borrowed bebopper’s jalop cruisin’ past me on a city-owned flatbed. Now I only got two big-hands ’til … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “I Bunny Hop It Over Shifty Sally’s Coolin’ Bod”

Posted on April 6, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) I bunny hop it over Shifty Sally’s coolin’ bod and skip-step downstairs to an open door. I stick my brain container into the 9’ x 12’ and give it the 90-degree. There’s a … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Scarecrow Caws”

Posted on March 6, 2013 by vb guenther

Click here to read The Institution, a second story inspired by Jennifer Pendergast’s photo. (Sammy, the Gat, glossary at end.) The scarecrow caws as I wing it through the roundabout and take off for Windsor World. Bobble-tops twist and twirl … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “I Doodle On My Noodle”

Posted on February 16, 2013 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end.) I eyeball it past Lefty Louie, who’s standin’next to me, and digitize the slick pics the precip rough-drafts on the frame pane of the fly-to. Double L’s etch-a-sketch reflection mimes him finger-itchin’ to double-clamp my ab-slab. My … Continue reading →

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