Two bored youth mumble at each other after downing a 211 (booze).
"Hey man. Shit. Tired of hanging 'round here."
The other grunts.
"Got an idea."
Grunt.
"Get your bat, 'cause we're going tramp huntin' !"
Girlish giggle.
"You can smash them all day, nobody cares if they die. No one even bothers to call the po-po, know what I mean, g?"
Self-righteous grunt.
"Just feels good to kill somethin' , for real!"
The hospital sets the bones, gives him a little rest, then kicks him out. He has no money after all is said and done. He's the lucky one and he knows it.
The demons of the World laugh.
2 comments:
I thought chivalry was dead? If not, maybe we can round up a posse and beat the shit out of it.
Thanks, Homey!
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