Today
we offed two common crims and a political who’d pissed off the local wog brass,
yeah? The pol took a long time to croak and in the end we had to speed him on
his way so we could get back to camp before taps, and that was the first time
in my life I’ve ever felt bad about hurting someone. And as if that wasn’t bad
enough, it scared the hell out of me when the whole day went dark; capisce?
2 comments:
Bravo! Should be a winner.
Why, thank you sir. It's about a winner, whatever happens...
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