Catholic Dogs

Narrated crime-noir of blood-diamond work (Chicago) prompting 'cool-chess' ideations of modern capitalism/lifestyle erasure(s).

A Chicago noir inspired very much by Reservoir Dogs (Quentin Tarantino), which I hope you'll like, 

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I know why carried out this blood-diamond inside-job involving a Brinks armored-truck carrying smuggled Sierra Leone 'conflict-zone' gems into Chicago's bank with an acid-gun after converting to Catholicism and enjoying a festive social-media vacation in iconic New Orleans. My name's Amlan Satan and I'm the sole-member of the Nice-Guy Joe crack-force called Catholic-Dog(s).

So, basically, I walked into the Brinks truck after holding-up the driver after tricking him into stopping for me while he thought I was a costumed street-performer with a message from the diamonds-baron for whom the truck was going to the Chicago bank that day and showed him my toy gun filled with hot-acid inside the shooting-piston, with a thin glass tube inserted. I burned a hole into the baron's truck box and swapped his blood-diamond(s) with a pretty-sweet Randall Cunningham Viking-QB transfer pro-football spirits card for a message about insurance-gems with required city journals.

DRIVER/GUARDSMAN: This theater-guy 'delivered' by the Baron placed some jewelry football card in exchange (for media!).

The Chicago Herald claimed it was some Interpol-relation inside-stunt involving media-journals regarding conflict-zone traffic insurance and didn't pursue further enquiry, though my job-choreographer sent a social-media message about the symbol-value of the football-card I placed in 'exchange' for the Sierra Leone stone(s), and afterwards, I got myself a much better Viking-card (Upper-Deck) and read the news-story on TV the next day (wow).

JOE (My Supervisor): I dunno/not-care if you've 'Interpol-relation' and you get 1/2 the stone-value for commission, Mr. Satan.

I used my 'earning(s)' to get a pretty-sweet Windy City waitress (Ezzy) a diamond-bracelet the upcoming holiday-season and explained to her why I'd watched blood-diamond stories on film and became worried about female-shopper access to 'sullied' stones for capitalism integrity (ha). She found me sweet and world-fascinated (it's the truth).

JOE (My Supervisor): Don't take it lightly; those stones go to Northern Ireland for no-good Xmas-stores; you did good, Mr. Satan!

Ezzy took me to her favorite Windy City (Catholic) church, and I'd never disclose my 'relation' to the diamond-force (Catholic Dogs) and decided to escape to Switzerland with her to write my special capitalism-securities cyber-novel Diamonds are Catholic (Pulitzer-publishing).

EZZY: You 'strike' me as a chess-man of the capitalism-world, Amlan.

ME: Maybe I am...actually, I've loved playing chess (against myself mostly) when I was growing up in Chicago, sweet.

EZZY: What did you leave behind in North America?
ME: Dark memories of street-piracy expressions...and too much of the Ego.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)