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Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Twisting the night away
Has it been 106 years already? Well, well time does fly, anyways as it turns out, on this evening back in '08 (1900 and that is) 'Ol Kid Twist Zweifach himself went out to Coney Island for opening day
with his pal Cyclone Louie. In tow were a couple of dames who worked as
singers in the Coney Island resorts. The girl with Kid Twist was the
former twist for an Italian hood named Louie the Lump. To make a
short story shorter Louie caught up with Kid Twist on the boardwalk and
perforated both him and Cyclone Louie but good. If memory serves, once the Kid and Louie got their shares of lead they stumbled into a hotel's grand re-opening day flower display and bunting and expired from this life. I guess they didn't see the sign in the lobby that read: No Spitting, No Cursing, No Getting Killed.
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Not to mention the ubiquitous signs reading, "No shoes, no shirt, no pulse, NO SERVICE!"
Signs,signs,everywhere signs.
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