Bad Day
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One hundred and seventy-two staples, three teeth, a small amount of blood in my urine, my left finger, three boxes of pain killers, three balls of coke, a copy of playboy playmate of the year, nineteen eighty-two edition, half a box of tissues, and seven Russian gangsters, all in all, a very packed thirteen hours,…
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I taste the blood, spit a wad of it to the ground, and force myself to my feet. The room spins, and he laughs, fucking piece of shit, if he didn’t smack me in the back of the head like a coward, this would be a fair fucking fight, shit, anything right now would be…
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I fall to my knees, as the tears run down my face, somethings are worth what they are, while other things, well, they’re just worthless. He threw his first punch, and it connected with my stomach, winded the fuck out of me, I bent over, I couldn’t help it, leaving myself open for another punch,…
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I spat a mouthful of blood out onto the floor, in front of him, and raised my weary fists again, this was it, everything came down to this, just me and him. They attacked like ants, coming from every angle, I could see now, why Kildone feared him, why everyone did, he was a strategist,…
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Fucking bastard tricked me, I knew I never should’ve trusted him to do the right thing. Big Poppa Stan had me in a tricky place, he had my woman, the soon to be mother of my unborn child, but Kildone, I owed everything to, he had taken me in, made me into something, and now,…
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I feel it hit me, the pain, everything, it’s not what I thought it was going to be, this job, it’s my last, but, it may not be because of the reasons I want it to be. Three days ago, Kildone came to me, he wanted a big fish removed, and I told him, after…
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What’s life if you don’t break a few dozen eggs, of course when I say eggs, I mean whatever piece of shit comes your way, when, if they had any sense, they would’ve crossed the road, or ran like fuck the other way. You see, my whole life was about busting and breaking, making those…
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I snap the fucker’s finger, and pull the meaty, stubbly thing right off his hand and toss it onto the floor with the rest of them, he doesn’t scream anymore, the fuckers all out of screams now, but it doesn’t take away my enjoyment. He told me a heap of shit, more than I cared…
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When the grenade went off I thought it was all over, but I was satisfied that taking Kildone, that fat fucking prick with me was a choice thing to do, fucked if I’d be going down there on my own. The grenade ripped through the fat fuck like a water balloon hitting its target, he…
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The pain is fucking terrible, I spit out blood, great, just how I felt like dying, sitting in my own piss, shit and blood. That fat fuck is gloating, dancing around like the big man he thinks he is, but he’s just a fat fuck. And fat fucks like Kildone always get what’s coming to…
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Kildone is a fucking piece of shit, that’s what he is, I knew I should’ve just put a bullet in his head then and there instead of trusting he would uphold his part of the deal that night. I mean, look at the fat fuck, thinking he has this won. Sure, I’ve seen better days,…
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I guess you could say timing is everything, or nothing, really I guess it’s relative to what you want it to be, for me it’s nothing but frustration at its highest level. I’m going off on a tangent here I know but when you miss an opportunity because your timings off it causes more hell…