Amos Hart--Ginger's Stocking

   
   "Amos Hart--Ginger's Stocking"
   
   Above the pool hall he lived over, Amos Hart wasn't fancying a gregarious game of Billiards with the boys, smoke, and strong spirits; on the flip side, he was casually petting Bucko's pelt, drinking a cold beer, a Pilsner, and puffing away on a cigar, the cherry dancing in the neon-lit illumination of a groovy studio-apartment type of thingamajig.  Ginger entered, howling silently with her chatty eyes.
  
GINGER
Merry Christmas!  I had to break the silence.  Getting spoiled and lit with the ale, huh?

AMOS
You know me--"alcoholic" isn't necessarily a bad word, especially if only your phony friends label you that, when they mix Crown with Coke and cheat on their wives, telling their kids Jesus is a royal racket.  Wonder if Samson is pissed?  Wasn't he a Nazarene as well?

GINGER
Many similarities between Jesus and Samson, yet Jesus stayed away from nasty women, carnally--that's why many followed Him.  If He wouldn't give it up, they desired to know His control, which of course, He had over everything.  And by the way, Old Saint Nick put a candy cane in my Snoopy stocking.  Doesn't he know Nuns don't eat sugar?  (Pulled out a Lucky and struck it to life with sulfur's flare.)
   
AMOS
Hey, it's toasted.

GINGER
So will be the world one day, maybe soon, unless the true racket ceases.  They rig, but not like Spider-Man jury-rigging his web shooters.

AMOS
Always liked Web-Head.