
Chapter Twenty-one – Lockdown Countdown:
Walter stays up after the La Mentiroso beating, waiting for the cops to show up at any minute. He passes out and gets up in the early afternoon with still no police officers, and it stays that way after a four mile run. Walter believes this means Jerome finally learned his lesson and has kept his mouth shut, so he heads to sentencing with a bit more confidence.
John Wittless meets Walt outside the court room and questions him about Jerome’s beating (Because of course everyone’s going to know about that, Walter, you stupid moron). Walt pleads ignorance, and keeps up his lie even when Wittless says the DA would send him to “San Quinton” (Jackson?) for five-to-ten. Walt maintains his innocence and receives his maximum sentence of six months in jail.
Walt heads home in a daze and drinks beer on the couch all night. The next morning, he heads to Wittless’s office to sort out payment. Wittless reminds Walt that if there’s any evidence pointing towards Foxx’s involvement in Jerome’s beating, he’ll do multiple years in prison. Walter responds to that in a rational fashion, and by rational fashion, I mean he threatens to murder everyone involved in his case. Wittless rightly asks to never speak with Foxx again, so Walt leaves and calls up his normal lawyer, Barry Repel.
Barry coaches Walt on how to respond to any upcoming questioning about La Mentiroso’s attack and sends Walter on his way. Walt gets back home and drinks heavily all day. Later that evening, the phone rings, and it is Shelly, one of his roommate Jorge’s girlfriends. Jorge isn’t around, but Shelly’s bored and wants to know if Walt is up to party. Walter agrees, but after he hangs up, has second thoughts about hanging out with a roommate’s girlfriend (But murdering multiple people is not only fine, but also dandy, just because they lied, which IS THE WORST SIN POSSIBLE ON THE STREETS!), and decides to head to a strip club on his own before Shelly shows up.
Fight Stats:
• Did Walter fight? Nope.
Key lines: “I’m floating around with an albatross around my neck and a bull’s-eye on my back.”
The justice system just put Walt into checkmate and now his dominoes are tumbling all around him. Yahtzee.
“As I fly down the cul-de-sac I sink into the duct-taped seat and before I know it I’m back in the middle of Tijuana, USA.”
Hey, everyone, Racist Walter is back! Let’s boo until he leaves forever!
“If they push this and I go to state prison for five or ten years for Jerome getting beaten up the other night I will kill everyone involved when I get out.”
Well, that sounds like something a perfectly innocent man that only fought back in self-defense would say!
“I could give him some decorating advice.”
Oh, man, I want to know what Foxx-shui results in! Walt does mention a heavy bag, but I want to think all the offices have big bank vault doors, and probably a bunch of Hitler Dog paintings.

Chapter Twenty-two – A Crazy Run:
Walter opens the door to head to a strip club, but Shelly is already waiting on the front porch. She offers to drive him there, so long as she can go too. Walt gets in the passenger seat and drunkenly wonders about the direction of HIS LIFE while Shelly drives around. They finally reach the strip club and head inside.
Walt watches a few dancers, but is way too drunk to handle all the stimuli, so he and Shelly leave. Shelly warns Walter that they can’t return to his house, so he suggests a motel. They grab a room for the night and Adult Situations occur (I hate you, Walter Foxx). Shelly drops off Walt the next morning, and luckily it is Mother’s Day, so Jorge (And Skip, but nobody cares about Skip) is out of the house, visiting his mom. Walt calls up his mother to wish her a happy Mom Day (Yet he’ll get pulled by Adolf on a whim to cry about his court case? WORST SON) and takes a nap.
A few hours later there’s a knock at the door, and it’s Shelly again. They hit up a liquor store to make road drinks, and then go to a restaurant for bar drinks. As they’re leaving, Shelly discovers the watch her mom recently got her is missing. They can’t find it in the parking lot or at the bar, so Walter Foxx, being the fine gentleman he is, buys Shelly a replacement watch.
Fight Stats:
• Did Walter fight? No.
Key lines: “I envy those who have a strong goal like becoming a doctor or training to be an astronaut and going to Mars.”
Walter Foxx of Mars would be hilarious, just to see Walt being racist to the Martians and then getting eaten by a Mars Frog or whatever.
“Now that college is almost over can I really say that I’m smarter than people who don’t have a degree?”
Nope.
“I’m a 28-year-old teenager and what I want to do in life doesn’t exist.”
He don’t wanna grow up, he’s just an assault and battery kid! Alternatively, “lifetime felon” is a thing that totally exists, Walt.
“She pulls me to the edge of the bed and I grab her smooth inner thigh and squeeze hard. My hand is four inches from her crotch and she is ready as I get my own private version of the Chinese water torture on my wrist.”
I am not going to be the only person with those words inside my head, eating away at my brains. Everyone is going to suffer horribly from Walter Foxx’s sex scene. BARF.


I am honestly surprised it took this late in the novel for Walter to bang someone. Blurgh.
This is kind of like Mick Foley’s book, where there is a lot of focus on the early parts of his life and career, except Mick did interesting things with his life, and wasn’t absolutely awful.
Your spark notes are very funny though
Thanks, new friend!
Oh dear god who has abandoned us all, why would you ever type that sex scene line out??
Well, at least you’ve changed my mind about wanting to read this book before I got to that part.
Because I’m a jerk and don’t want to suffer alone. Salting the earth.
Lobby, I hope you can be cleansed after all of this.
like tank/walt, i have only sweet lady booze to turn to now.
The mental image that one, small snippet of the “adult situations” scene left in my head literally made my stomach roll. I’m not even being “internet-y” either, it literally made me sick to my stomach. Damn you, Walter Foxx .. Why couldn’t you just go dance with 3 Count?
He’s a buncha barfs
Mobsy dear, you know I love you, but I hope I never have to read anything like that ever again, and part of me may never forgive you.
i’m very sorry :(
I promise if there are any other ADULT SITUATIONS in the last three chapters, or the upcoming two novels, I will keep the horrors to myself.
My formal apology begins with this baby sloth and ends never.
Again, I’m sorry to everyone for what I have done. :(
S’okay. If anything, you should be getting apologized to for having to read everything around that sentence.
BABY SLOTH. FORGIVEN. ALL HAIL MOBSY.
Hooray!
You really scared me with the 50 shades of tank comment. No amount of kids movies could cure that. Keep up the good work Shellfish Mafia.
PS, If you decided to continue the MMA book review/ recap business, maybe Gary Goodridge’s book could be next
Hmm, I’ll have to look into that. I’ve got Hughes’s book because I’ve read the Sherdog (I think) review and want to find out if it’s exaggerated or if Matt’s really that horrible.
You could switch it up and go low fighter ( Tank, Gary, someone else), and then big name ( Brock, Matt, ect) but I can help but feel like this turns into report writing in high school every week
Great, as always! Can we vote on what our next book club book will be?
I guess it’s up to what Brandon wants to put up. But you can definitely suggest books!
I humbly suggest we do Dennis Rodman’s autobiography, because I got it for Christmas when I was like 12 and I’m pretty sure I still have it in a box somewhere. Oh, and it’s the worm, and he’s pretty great.
Yep, you are still my favorite Mobsy.
And that’s WITH me loving a Chikarbermetrics reference from Fembot.
So, you know….. high praise.
“I spin around to meet his charge and blast this short scumbag with full phasers and a spread of photon torpedoes.”
You leave my schtick alone, or I’ll sic…uh, VINCE on you! Guy’cha!
Yeah, and Burnsy rolls now! And Uff is a marine! Actually, imagining Vince, Burnsy, and Matt like hobo-fighting Tank is great. And then Danger Guerrero could spite him with a MS Paint drawing! LET’S GO UPROXX FORCE!!!
Take it easy, Champ. Why don’t you sit this next one out, stop talking for a while.