Spectacular Moments of Wonder with Dr. Monocle: That Certain Gentleman by John Theesfeld

Author:John Theesfeld [Theesfeld, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Dr. Monocle Books
Published: 2011-08-07T06:00:00+00:00

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I had seen this wreckage of a man before. Of those I have come across, some have been less than marvelous people and not so savory characters, by any standard or stretch of the imagination. Antoine Bryce Brixton was one of the lowliest.

Perhaps most would recognize this oafish brute by his more common name, Bowery Butch Fandango. Also known as, The Bruiser. As if one nickname weren't enough; as if he were so tough and dastardly that he deserved another, secondary nickname. Alas, the names did not stop at simply two.

I suggest by conjecture and speculation only, that Antoine's nicknames were all part of a terrible overcompensation for that which he lacks, more or less, a sense of self, rooted from a deep insecurity. But... I am certainly not a doctor of psycho-logistics, though during this time I was still thinking about what Em had told me about her father and what she had seen. I’m not certain, though, Antoine was all that deep.

As I was explaining, his names were plenty. He had a plethora of stage names. In some circles he was known as Crazy Bowery Butch. There was also: Butch the Butcher, similarly Butcher Butch, Bowery Boom Boom Fandango (during a flamboyant turn after being pummeled senseless during a match, the name did not last), the Bowery Bruiser, and, behind his back, Blockhead Butch, Bonehead Butch, and as one rather salty sailor of the high seas nicknamed him, Butch who is of the Female Canine persuasion (except not those exact words... think alliteration, if you will). Truth was, boiled down, Antoine by any name was a mediocre boxer and a glocky ignoramous.

I had seen him before, fighting in the underground circuit, I recanted later to Mother Moth as we sat side by side. I believe he was employed as a gear man through GearWorks, although, he spent most of his time in and out of jail and pubs. Petty criminal for certain. Murderous prat, I would suggest. Men of pure intention rarely work for Judge Oberon Huppard and Butch was a heavy for the Judge. Of course, once a name is connected to Huppard's, that name is assumed just as crooked (not that Butch needed any help with such matters).

Butch was truly a glorified bully, a thug and a scuttler. Being the oaf that he was, he mistook Judge Huppard's approval as sincere, not because he was a tool of brute force and intimidation. Huppard used Bowery Butch as muscle. The Judge didn't like the way you did business? Send the Bruiser. The judge hears of a moon-shining operation in the metros he disapproves of? Send the Bruiser. The judge doesn't like the level of respect someone showed his friends? Send the Bruiser. His solution to everything was to send the Bruiser. In one rather unfortunate instance, the Judge even sent the Bruiser into Rust Waters to take care of some business. And as everyone is aware, if you would like to do any kind of business within Rust Waters, one must go through Mother Moth.

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