Ah, fuck me; I think I may have just *killed* this wetback prick.

Ed note: This is the first column in our new Park Slope Voices feature – it's where we allow individuals that we consider to be prominent fixtures of our neighborhood to reach out directly to the FIPS community. This first post comes from Len Capricio, the somewhat temperamental (no offense, Len) Operations Manager of Park Slope's Union Market.

Ah, christ.

So today I'm standin there behind the counter by the faukin rotisserie chickens – I'm shootin the shit with Eddie while he runs back n forth gettin the yuppies their chop liver an faukin mango salad.

So we're lookin at the broads on the checkout lines - I'm tellin Eddie about how I'd like to put their little brats in front of the TV - let 'em watch Cookie Monster for a few minutes while I play hide the salami with their mommies in the back.  

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