Mike Tyson and Shakur's last words in Chapt. 20 World of Hurt by Richard Pietschmann

World of Hurt dives deep into Shakur murder and the dark side of Las Vegas

By Patti Pietschmann

Each chapter in World of Hurt  makes  you want to go back for me and this one doesn't disappoint.....

"A detective at Shakur’s bedside was still trying to get him to say something about the encounter that was about to kill him when the rapper took his last breath.

Shakur’s last words, said the detective, “Fuck you.”

Randy took a deep breath. Nearly 20 years later, Shakur’s murder was still unsolved. Not calling in the original traffic stop that night was a big mistake. It was a mistake that Randy swore he would never repeat."

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What happens in Vegas is Chapt. 19 of World of Hurt by Richard Pietschmann

The plot thickens as Randy's character comes out
By Patti Pietschmann

http://worldofhurtvegas.blogspot.com/2016/09/world-of-hurt-chapter-19-strip-aflame.html

Excerpt from World of Hurt by Richard Pietschmann

Minutes later he pulled to a stop behind several patrol cars with their doors left wide open and took in the mesmerizing calamity spread over the intersection. He slowly got out and marveled at the breathtaking thrill that true bedlam aroused. The pavement was alive with flames, flashing lights, billowing smoke and the shouting of adrenalin-stoked voices that flimsy crime scene tape had no chance to contain. He tried to push the excitement from his head, but the juice of it was just too powerful.

Badge held out in front, he ran toward the pandemonium and saw a uniform he recognized.

He slowed to a walk and calmed himself.

“Nice morning, officer.”

The cop took a beat to respond, eyes focused on the scene in front of her

Political book titles and slogans based on Hillary Clinton's 'Basket of Deplorables' for 2016

Ideas for books and movies based on the Deplorables
By Covello Patti Pietschmann

"The Deplorables"  a look at a group of phobic people through the eyes of a presidential candidate.

"Hillaryphobic' in the US" a look a group of people who fear a presidential candidate

"Deplorable Union"  a novel about a group of people who united to fight a presidential candidate

"Stand up to the Deplorables"  a slogan for 2016

"Deplorable Me" a tale about a person who voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election

"Doing Deplorables" a novel of incestuous people who have sex with each other

"The Deplorable Generation" a story of an elite group of people who favor a Republican candidate over a Democrat

"Deplorable, Deplorable Me," an homage to Warren Zevon

"Deplorable Unionization"  about a group of people who labor to elect Donald Trump

"Hail the Beleagured Deplorables" a tribute to a much maligned group

"The Deplorables" a group of patriotic Americans who fight bigotry

And in honor of the Donald doing his taxes:
 "Trump Change"

Slogans:
"What's in your basket?"

"A tisket a taskit and basket full of deplorables"

"Who you calling Deplorable"
"Dems Deplorable Words"

"It's Delightful, it's Deloverly, it's Deplorable" an homage to Cole Porter

Arden at the Whiskey meets Suzy Creamcheese in Chapt. 18 World of Hurt

She glanced at him and smiled.

He said, “What’s your name?”

“Suzy Creamcheese,” she said.

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Arden at the Whiskey, Frank Zappa, Mr.Mojo Risin, Zappa, Mormons and Rock 'n Roll Chapt. 17 World of Hurt

Arden gets introduced to Rock 'n Roll

Chapter 17 World of Hurt by Richard J.Pietschmann is filled with surprises....in the 1960's....

.... a crowd outside the Whisky that they met a wild-eyed kid with a strange magnetism, unkempt thick dark hair and leather pants in the summer heat. Scribbled pages poked out of a pocket and an open beer bottle protruded from another. His unfocused gaze looked somewhere only he could see. One arm was around a girl who looked no older than 16. She held him, probably helping him stay upright.

Arden walked up to them.

“Hi, I’m Arden,” he said.

The kid turned his head toward Arden, but his distant stare looked past his shoulder.

Arden pulled Herbert forward.

“This is Herbert.”

“Mr. Mojo Risin,” the guy said.

The name rumbled up from inside his chest in a theatrical flourish.

Arden said, "Unusual name.”

“It’s an anagram,” Mojo said.

“Hi, I’m Pamela,” the girl said.

Pamela giggled and tugged Mojo closer.

Mojo closed one eye and looked at them.

“You’re not idle youth.”

Arden said, “Why do you say that?”

Mojo said, “You don’t belong.”

Arden nodded.

“We’re Mormon.”

Mojo forced himself to focus on Arden.

“Mormons,” he said. “Mormons on Sunset Strip.”

He shook his head slowly.

“Life is a farce we are forced to endure.”

Herbert looked stricken.

“This is the Lord’s paradise.”

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