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Return to the Warehouse District is an instalment of rogue avenger’s pinball, tales of self-indulgent street art. Come back deaf dumb and blind kid, this is your time.
Return to the Warehouse District conveys stories of The Steve and Larry Show, a cerebral band fond of inside jokes also co-founded by Tom, who buys left of center glossy magazines ‘for the pictures,’ while Larry takes too much time at the supermarket because he shops by the hunt and peck method.
The laid back trio of Mugu, Meowmix and their dog Mellow Yellow, but do M&M take the pet out for a walk or does he take them out for a cigarette, given that their contribution to countering the effects of climate change is not smoking in bed?
This is not a picaresque novel, but ultimately a battle between good and evil, a conflict between catharsis and retribution, with hopefully one deserving winner.

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Publié par	AuthorHouse UK
Date de parution	20 mars 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9798823081788
Langue	English

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Return to the Warehouse District, by Richard Segal, is a work of fiction. Any references to real people, living or dead, and actual events, organizations or locations, are intended purely to provide context or points of reference. All remaining characters, places, names, incidents, dialogue and opinions are wholly fictional and their resemblance, if any, to real life counterparts is entirely coincidental. No inferences or assumptions about any personal opinions should be drawn from the material enclosed herein, and no such representations should be made.

Previously by Richard S egal
The Russian Economy
Crash, Burn, Hurricane
Trilogy Year
Hitting the Tenspot
Nectar of the Lavender
Cookbook for a New Europe
The Great Art Deco Chase
Three Days in July
Return of the Drama Prince
The Victory Walk
Richard’s Eleven
The Day the Muses Died
Uneasy Riding
Surfing the Urban Wave
Polo in the Snow
Birch
Parrot and the Rooster
Summer of ‘16
Sunday Night at the Races
Lot 39
Conference Confidential
Gatecrashers at Dawn
The Georgetown Papers
The Man Who Knew the Answer
The Escape Key
The Guest House
RETURN TO THE WAREHOUSE DISTRICT

RICHARD SEGAL

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/20/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8179-5 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-8178-8 (e)

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CONTENTS
Now That’s What He Calls An Exit Strategy
If You See Something That Looks Unusual
Dirty Deeds Not Dirt Cheap
Hi, m’name’s Tom, how’m I doing so far?
Her Name is Mr Ed
The People’s Derby
New Clear Days
Now a Major Motion Picture
Max Miedinger Has a Lot to Answer For
To Avoid Offending Anyone, All the Karaktahs Were Albino
Swipe Right
Are You Going to Scarborough Fair?
Republica
A Joint and Several Loyalty Association
The Devil Went Down to Canarsie
Greed And Loathing On The Cutting Room Floor
(The Reputational Risk Of) Rewards, Or, The Power Of The Parable
Keyer’s Delight
Mother Night
Did Even Nostradamus Predict That?
Membership Did Not Have its Privileges
Some Countries Practice Xenophobia, While Others Merely Preach It
Liquid Sky!
The Spencer MacDonald Breakfast Show Years
Catch as Catch Can
Rhymes with Thought Police
Or I Might Just Pack it In
What If I Say I’m Not Like the Other Ones?
Libertarianism Has Been Co-opted by Non-Libertarianists
The Route 66 Myth Unplugged
Rocket from the Crypto Winter
Guys with Beards
I Was One Step Closer
The Route 66 Myth Unedited
The Route 66 Myth Edited
Deutschland ’93
How Kitten Little Made it to the Big Tent
Beep, beep
I’m Deflated
The Beautiful Person
The Prinn Man
A Nose for the Joes, Bros and Schmoes
Ahhh, … Freek Out!
Is it U Neek or You Nique?
25c Hot Dogs, Free Spins and the Bruins on Saturday Afternoons
Anybody Want a Haircut?
Hey, I know you, you owe me money! (Part 2)
Goodbye Cruel World, Hello Sunny Days!
Welcome to the Tab Blast
What’s the Difference and Who Cares Anyway
More Circular than Linear
Yellow Notice
Life is beautiful but too short and cruel to overcome
Pay at the Door …
… Baker Street, right up Sherlock Holmes’ Alley
CitizeN-D
Calendar Girls
Calendar Boys
Step Right Up, Hurry Hurry, Get Your Red Hots!
Citizen H
The Performer’s High
The Only Known Photo
Make Your own Kind of Music
Celtic Rhythms
Appendix 1: Bring the Mountain to Wilton
Appendix 2: Good Luck!

To Steve, Larry, Bob, Scott, Dave, Pablo, Tom and most of all, Jim and John

He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and dist ance
I was standing in a field and gazing at a hill, selecting among a series of options which would lead to catharsis or retribution.
I was torn. My great love was public policy, amid constant striving for contributions to the well-being of my fellow man. However, fate turned against me and forced me to take sides in this mortal battle. For better or worse, retribution won. I was puzzled by inconsistencies that societies created, inconsistencies I would not be able to solve. For example, why is it permissible to label obstructors an ass, but not with labels which are far more mild? My kingdom for an answer, and if only they would go down with the ship. It was not a dream, though, it was only mock horror.
Can any one individual be both an addict and an anti-vaxxer? Think about it.
Why do I write? It is fair to ask, for there are no prizes at the end of the game, there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I direct the debrief as if this was easy as diverting the course of a river for geopolitical camaraderie, and postulate in its place: Why does a horn aficionado grasp his instrument and make music, because he has a note to play? I can respond similarly and attest that I write because I have a word to type, or better yet, a phrase.
Anyone can see the edge, but only those who have tasted the existence of the very beyond can truly experience and explain this const ruct
From life will come new life, and I feared the sacrifice was mine
Hey, what about Dor othy!?!
The actress made clear that when she was younger she would not do a nude scene, and the bathtub feigned disappointment, knowing it was hotter than she was. By adding eleven words, the previous sentence passes the so-what test.
It was a time of great discontent, and to conduct my own soul searching, I would walk, drive through and explore various neighborhoods. I felt guilty for my self indulgence, but one out of three at the beginning and none out of three at the end. As part of this self-analysis, I realized that I had lived a carbon negative lifetime. The scientific proof will have to wait until sometime later, there is no contemporaneous proof as with the Ideal Gas Law, which demonstrates that balls deflate in cold weather, as long as they are footballs.
It was not the corollary of a note to play, but for Catharsis, Retribution and Closure. Catharsis and retribution are easy, but closure is elusive, because the choice between heaven and hell is not ours alone.
During a conference call the previous afternoon, the incoming chief fund raising officer insisted that confirmation of the so-called share capital increase would be music to my ears and I should participate. I wholeheartedly endorsed his allegory, but pointed out that unfortunately this was a cover tune by Ozzie Osborne with a hangover, rather than Beethoven as he wished Fledermaus to be strummed, and even he laughed.
The story should be longer, but the effusive tongue of yore is gone and long may I get it back. However, let me not recover my talent for humble-boasting like Jackie Chan when invited by a leading international newswire to opine on pertinent business issues of the day, I mean Joy Cheung.
Each Friday morning was cookie cutter. As soon as I turned right at the trafficky Y-junction and entered the long straightaway, I’d be confronted by self-assured white bearded People Carriers darting in front of me, half waving to acknowledge their chutzpah and half not, EV drivers turning left without blinkering, buses pulling into traffic and signalling after they’ve scooted two lanes to the right, and young pedestrians fleet footing at a hop-skippers pace, hoping to arrive at the stop light shortly after it has turned red. They will be on mandatory double-mitzvah duty the following week, and that’s only the bus drivers.
I trekked to this neighborhood for two reasons; first, for the Olde Worlde bakery and second, because it’s an international melting pot. Where else can you purchase kosher sushi, fat-free butterscotch Slushies and 2kg bags of granary flour in a single shop? The bagel arranger practiced feng shui and was careful to prevent the poppy and sesame seed baked goods from touching each other, to avoid contamination. No circus, just bread.
I have heard a rumor that British stores will be free to sell their wares in imperial as well as metric measures in the future. That is, it will be permitted for proprietors to price their goods in units per ounce if the spirit moves them, in litres or grams. England is looking up to the USA more and more with each passing day, or might I say copying. A customer will be able to request from his butcher a pound of lab grown beef without landing a citation from a robotic policeman, a regular client may purchase from her bulk store a gallon of easy on the environment apple juice. But Blighty already juggles a hybrid of systems, the mile and ho