A SHYLOCKS, SHYLOCK
	There are people who play at being a Shylock, then there are people like Irv Rubin who prayed on the meek to Shylock.  The last category of Shylock is the professional Shylock which is exactly what the Animal was when he was on the streets of LA.  The other Shylock's would seek him out to get a loan at good points or to collect from a wayward debtor. The secret to being a good Shylock is to collect the weekly Vig or Juice, the high interest part of the loan where the cash flow is located.  There is only one way to strike fear into the hearts of your customers and possible customers. That way is to set an example, take it all out on that deadbeat who thinks he does not have to pay.  There is no reason to have to constantly chase down debtors, if this is the case then you are not a very good Shylock.   The city of LA is an easy city, meaning you don't have to do something that bad to get everyone's attention. A punch or even a slap provides as much as a broken arm back on the East Coast.            There are some guys that have to push or test guys to see how far they can go.  The Shylock customer Dick Cutter was one of those men.  Dick Cutter went to the Animal to get ten large or ten grand at the reasonable rate of five hundred a week in juice.  The Animal looked him right in the eye when he handed him the cash, he told him that he would have the juice every week on time. Dick was informed that if he was even a minute late he would pay with more than cash.  The Animal told him in his calm cool manner that he would split his head wide open with a bat without blinking an eye. Dicks loan actually went well for a couple of months, he was right on time with his juice payment every week.  Then Dick had a shit storm of money problems in one week.  Deadbeats like Dick always seem to make the wrong choices, instead of seeking out the Animal.  He began to dodge him, he hid out and made himself scarce at his usual haunts.  The Animal knew Dick all too well so he knew where he would be on Sunday. Dick went to Mass on Sunday with his wife and kids.  The Animal had his little brother who was no slouch himself, drive him over to the church.  They staked out the church from a hot dog stand across the street. Then just like he was a free man without care in the world, Dick along with his wife and kid walk calmly into the church.  While the Animals brother kept the car at ready, the Animal walked inside the church.  The Animal was slamming his bat into Dicks head before he could react. Crack! Down Dick went! The Priest, his family and the whole congregation watched as Dicks head shot blood in every direction as he hit the floor. The story would forever be on the mind of any Shylock customer of the Animals in the city of LA.  Dick Cutter paid twice, he paid the loan off and he paid with something money could not buy. The image of his bloody head laid out inside a church was worth a million dollars on the streets of LA.