The Shadow Man Fell, Hard

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“The men there,” they say, “are from Mars, the women are from Venus, okay?” Continuing the “Tattooed Trail” story. Stories as told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. So

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But how did the Shadow man come to fall so hard upon this? How did he get here, behind this pint of beer? Let’s go back to where it was said to have all gotten started, back to a bed-chamber somewhere over there in Cekkoland on the star grid. Shad plunked himself down rather heavily on the sleeping sack in the sleep chamber. As much as he’s able to tell us and remember. He then heaved his left leg up and out of the sandals. Cross hitched the left ankle atop his right knee. Then brushed the sole of his foot with his right hand quickly like me. Back, forth, and then back again a couple of times with sharp, purposeful strokes.