There he was. The tallest man in the shop. The biggest mark.
"He's not all that." he offered to his partner in rap.
"Yeah that's what you said about Bugsy, and that cat almost fucked your shit up." his Italian accent almost obsfucated his words.
"You learn how to speak english first, then tell me how to take down a fucking mark."
"Alright you make the first move."
He walked over to the tall man. Nothing in his eyes to offer any sign of recognition of the man.
"Hey."
He said in whispered tones.
"Hey you."
The tall man looked up. "Me?" he almost shouted in surprised exclamation.
"Do you see the fucking pope? Yeah you." The short but well built italian man was getting agitated.
"What do you want? I've only got five bucks."
"Forget about the money. You know a man called Ray?"
"Everyone knows someone called Ray."
"Don't crack wise with my short stop. You'd know this ray out of the crowd."
"Say I do. What's it to ya?" The tall man was fighting back.
"What's it to me? No more like what's it to you buddy."
"Listen, asshole, first off, I'm NOT your buddy. And secondly...fuck off!"
The Italian man pulls a piece. plants it on his side. "Nothing funny. Walk with me."
"Fuck you. Alright!"
The Itlian gestures to his partner to follow them outside.
Outside, he puts down the gun.
"Surprise!"
200 people are lining the video store.
"You just got X'ed!" the Italian looks very happy all of a sudden.
"I just got...are you fucking shitting me? You pulled a gun on me?"
"All part of the jazz baby!" the Italian threw his arm around him.
"No. No it ain't. This is bullshit!" The tall man pulled a gun and shoots five people.
The Italian looks shocked "MARLOW!!!!"
"SURPRISE!" screams the still alive marlow.
"You just got Z'ED"
"Are you fucking with me? Right, that's it!" he pulls another gun and shots 10 people.
Marlow drops to his knees sobbing "Why did it end like this, why!"
"Surprise!" the ten people who were not really dead screamed. "You just got omega'ed"
*Sound of someone clearing their thoart*
"Err, yes?"
"Hi, this is jesus, my dad sent me down to see what all the fuss was about?"
"Hi jesus. lol. Well, basically we were having..."
"A bit of fun i guess. " jesus said. jesus then looked up and spoke the words "Anyone got weed?"
Not many stories end with jesus getting stoned(Umm...) but mine do.
This was an attempt to salivate over the beauty of my story telling ability. But less active is my ability to stay focused on a story. You see, wow did you see that? That was wicked. so yeah anyway i'll call you later.
:) no one said blogs had to make sense. at no point did anyone say blogs had to make sense.
show me where it says that.
show me!
:) lol sorry guys just having some fun to cheer myself up. if anyone even reads this beside adrian and my 1 twitter follower :) lol
