“Get in the Fokkin’ Cab, Cuz. I told you it’s on me…” said Arnie Montana, “Get in ya Fokkin’ Kentz! The Cab is on me. Y’all know me. All I got in this world is my balls and my word. And I don’t break em’ for no one.”
Arnie Montana rose up from humble beginnings in the land of Cuba. There were a few important details that defined the man. The enigma… that was… Arnie Montana. He was always busy. His location always undisclosed. Whether he was chilling with his boys at home, doing a few recreational activities at the local watering hole or simply buying himself some food at the local market place. Location – undisclosed. He was a man of mystery. He liked it that way.
There was uneasiness and tension amongst the group of 3 men. Mr Montana was not such a generous man and they all knew it. Each man eyed the other with an air of dissatisfaction. Someone was going to have to bite the bullet here. Someone was going to lose some money tonight. And it wasn’t Arnie Montana.
The three amigos resigned themselves to their fate, each of them deep in thought of an escape route. It had been a big night of drinking and few of them had it in them to continue on, but there was no escape from Arnie Montana.
The taxi was full, and the drive was turning out to be a long one. No one knew the destination, except the man on the front. Arnie Montana – who at that very moment was on one of his long winded preaches of how useless everyone else was.
“You Fokkin’ boys are a bunch of cheapskates, the lotta ya!”, he rambled on, “There’s 3 things you idiots need to learn about life. Don’t beg anyone…don’t trust anyone…and don’t expect anything from anybody”.
The Cab slowly pulled over near some unknown bar. None of the boys in the backseat wanted to be there. They eyed each other cautiously and looked at the bill. $123.45. The events that followed his last line were most befitting.
“Cuz…I got the last round of drinks. Can you get this cab ride?” He turned to the back.
All the boys were gone. They had leaped out of the car and sprinted away from sight.
“So that’s how it is huh!” screamed Arnie Montana out the window, “I’m ARNIE MONTANA…You Fokk with me, you Fokkin’ with the best!”.
There was an awkward silence. All that was left was the cab driver and Arnie Montana.
“See…the thing is Cuz…I got no money”.