You see that?
You see that mother-fucker?
All the walls twisting on you; your whole fucking roof twisting on you. Your whole life twisting around this moment, this one moment where everything twists around this one bullet; a flash, a bang…
Fuck high society, those rich fuckers who hire people to die for them. Fuck those bastards who hire people to act like dummies, just standing there and taking the shot…
Twisting in the wind…
How could anybody earn a living like that? They must know, they must know that somebody will kill that bitch they guard, somebody will move in. Somebody will move to collect and then that bitch’s life is numbered…
Yeah, they know.
They fucking know, but they don’t give a shit; her life is just another number, one price higher than the rest.
What price for her death? What price for her to stay alive? How much is it worth?
How much is it worth?
Life as a fucking commodity.
I’m going to get real drunk and then….
…end up another fucking tragedy on the pavement, that’s what.
Shit, I’ve got one and a half hours before I get totally wasted.
Ok. So there’s this fat guy at the bar; he has a 20’s moustache and a soul patch. Shoot him in the cock and he’s dead.
There’s an old couple with a couple of Colt M917’s…
So, then after killing the Russian there’s only one right hand man and two stooges.
One right hand man.
Where is he? Huddling the Tommy gun like a child. Think that’ll save you pal?
Bye bye baby.
Onto those who mean it.
We’ll kill those fools, those ingrates…
There you are.
I missed you.