PRETTY EASY TO CHOOSE BETWEEN A KNIFE AND A GUN WHEN ITS MY KNIFE OR HIS GUN

He was the type that liked to talk too much before dealing the Coup d'état.

Planted my knife in the dead center of his chest while he was making eyes with a 16 year old waitress and acting like a big man. I took it back and wiped it off. Calmly, I left the money on the counter for the bill and a 20% tip. I was on that Greyhound bus waiting outside and bound for Phoenix before he finished dying on the floor. Good thing greasy spoons in the sticks don't have cameras.

When I heard the diesel come alive, slammed going into first gear and pulled away, I laid my head back on the rest and it didn't take long before I was in a deep sleep.

CAPTAIN ZERO

Last Edited by CaptainZero on 09/07/2011 08:57 PM