Bruto's Ideal

Alvin ran into several award presenters as he passed through the players' tunnel.

He politely greeted the officials handing out the awards. Just as he was about to head to the locker room, a familiar-looking guy grabbed him by the arm.

Alvin frowned at the Black guy in front of him, who was clearly wearing makeup and a suit. Only when the man grinned and showed off a mouthful of gold teeth did Alvin exclaim in surprise, "Bruto, you son of a bitch! I wouldn't have recognized you with all that makeup on.

What are you up to? Running for office?"

The drug dealer Bruto grinned and spread his hands proudly. "I'm one of the presenters for this game.

"As a responsible citizen of Hell's Kitchen, I..."

Amused, Alvin looked at Bruto. The bastard had covered the tattoos on his neck and head with who knew what, cut off his dreadlocks, and put on heavy makeup. It was enough to nearly fool Alvin, who was face-blind when it came to Black people.

Alvin punched Bruto in the chest and said with a laugh, "What's gotten into you? Don't tell me you donated money!

"If you've got money to spare, I'll have Nelson send you the school's account details. You can put that money to much better use."

Bruto shook his head proudly. "I'm the director of the Hell's Kitchen Community Hospital. My good deeds moved the city government, so they invited me to present the award to the winner of this game.

"I'm a big shot now! Hahaha!"

Alvin was taken aback, then shook his head with a laugh. "You've actually started dealing with the government?

"Be careful. You're not smart enough to play those people at their own game."

Bruto shook his head dismissively. "I pay Raymond a consulting