A Charles Dickens Character As I walked in to the bar, I saw Arnold Brutus sitting at the table ordering his dinner. Dressed in faded blue jeans and tight black T-shirt that exposed his massive chest and arms, he yelled the waiter over. His booming, low voice seemed to shake the room as he roared, “Now, I want the beef steak, done rare, a baked potato and a beer. You got that?” With his veins …showed first 75 words of 212 total…

…showed last 75 words of 212 total…with his two hands as if he was breaking someone’s arm, he ravenously chomped away at the sticks with his jagged teeth. Not bothering to dust away the crumbs from his shirt and mouth, he grabbed his beer by the bottleneck and chugged down the whole bottle. As he slammed the empty bottle down on the table, his dark eyes darted at me staring at him and he yelled, “What are you looking at ???!!!”