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The Bluesman
Symphony of violence
It wasn’t easy growing up coloured in America for Chester Brown.
Honest Abe and his gang set the slaves free long ago, but the blue-eyed white devil never let you forget that you're not as free as you think.
Gaining education was not easy, the teachers told young Chester, "There is no chance for you to be a lawyer; however you can become a great shoemaker!"
When the establishment didn’t believe in you, you didn't believe in yourself.
There were two options – acting white, adopting the culture that hated you to the bone. Or acting like an African, becoming a target to the authorities. Chester had his share of troubles with the men in blue, but he never joined the violent life style of the street thugs. He found another path in his life, a talent, in music.
No one played the guitar blues like Chester and by the late twenties he’d joined the band of a local club owned by the mafia named the Card House, a place which allowed you to try your luck at gambling, find some nice girl if you won, or drink away your sorrow if you lost.
Life wasn't so good, but they weren’t too bad, until Chester heard something he never was intended to hear. On the spot, the mobsters beat him until he lost consciousness, breaking his hand in the process. His guitar-playing hand.
He woke up in the hospital, saved by a band-mate, horrified by the fact that he wouldn’t be playing the guitar again anytime soon.
Well he decided that he’d bowed for a long time before the masters of this perverted society, saying "yes, sir" instead of getting what he rightfully deserved. No more of that.
The time of change had come, time to play the summer time blues and send some wiseguys behind bars with a few broken bones to nurse.
The mysterious figure calling himself the Bluesman appeared just after Chester reacquired his full health, fighting his former employers, bringing them to justice.
Not to the court, which they owned, but to real bible justice, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, right hand for right hand as the man who had beaten him soon discovered.
The mook shouted "You broke my arm, you £&”^ spade!" and the two fisted hero replied; "Well, just sing the blues, then."
Right before he smiled and broke his nose.

Description
The Bluesman
Symphony of violence
It wasn’t easy growing up coloured in America for Chester Brown.
Honest Abe and his gang set the slaves free long ago, but the blue-eyed white devil never let you forget that you're not as free as you think.
Gaining education was not easy, the teachers told young Chester, "There is no chance for you to be a lawyer; however you can become a great shoemaker!"
When the establishment didn’t believe in you, you didn't believe in yourself.
There were two options – acting white, adopting the culture that hated you to the bone. Or acting like an African, becoming a target to the authorities. Chester had his share of troubles with the men in blue, but he never joined the violent life style of the street thugs. He found another path in his life, a talent, in music.
No one played the guitar blues like Chester and by the late twenties he’d joined the band of a local club owned by the mafia named the Card House, a place which allowed you to try your luck at gambling, find some nice girl if you won, or drink away your sorrow if you lost.
Life wasn't so good, but they weren’t too bad, until Chester heard something he never was intended to hear. On the spot, the mobsters beat him until he lost consciousness, breaking his hand in the process. His guitar-playing hand.
He woke up in the hospital, saved by a band-mate, horrified by the fact that he wouldn’t be playing the guitar again anytime soon.
Well he decided that he’d bowed for a long time before the masters of this perverted society, saying "yes, sir" instead of getting what he rightfully deserved. No more of that.
The time of change had come, time to play the summer time blues and send some wiseguys behind bars with a few broken bones to nurse.
The mysterious figure calling himself the Bluesman appeared just after Chester reacquired his full health, fighting his former employers, bringing them to justice.
Not to the court, which they owned, but to real bible justice, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, right hand for right hand as the man who had beaten him soon discovered.
The mook shouted "You broke my arm, you £&”^ spade!" and the two fisted hero replied; "Well, just sing the blues, then."
Right before he smiled and broke his nose.