

Die, You freak."Hey Mister! Got some spare cash?", The homeless bastard on the street corner asks. I whip around. I'm not in a good mood. This guy is going to die. I walk calmly towards him. His face lights up. He thinks he's going to get some money. Yeah, right. Not tonight, you're never going to bother me again. I break into a run. His smile falters. I suppose he's stunned at the sight of a suit running towards him. He's not smiling when I tackle him. The claw hammer comes out. Tommy's the oldest of my kids.Die, You freak.
The first hit to his nose breaks it completely. There's a satisfying crunch. It feels so nice to see his nose break. My first shot is us


Puff away painIt's way past midnight. I stand on the terrace and look about. The normally busy road is subdued. The field opposite contains a few men, I judge them to be college students, sitting on the benches and gossiping. I see them every night. It's nothing new.Puff away pain
There's a slight chill in the air. T-shirt and shorts is not really ideal attire when it's winter. I grope around in my pockets for that packet of cigarettes. I take one out, the momentary smell of tobacco, enticing me to light one up. I take one out and put it to my lips. The flame from the match flickers in the breeze. I shield it, and the light illuminates my hands.
Purple Hills
nice stuff you got here. especially the last two entries.
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