I'm pretty fuckin drunk so I decide the best thing I can do is head to a bar. I go up to this lit up dance club and cut the line. Everyone is like mumbling and groaning about the fact that I am trying to walk right in and the bouncer grabs me by the back of the collar and asks me where do I think I'm going. I'm like, "Fucked if I know where I'm going but I know where you're going... you're going night night!" I wind up and throw a punch at the bouncer straight as his dumb head. He grabs my arm mid air and spins me around pushing my face into the wall and raises my arm to the breaking point. He's asking me if I just took a swing at him and if I was crazy. The crowd is starting to get into it and is cheering him on. He's definitely enjoying the limelight of practicing his profession.
I tell him how I was going to smash him in the face but I decided against it at the last minute because I didn't want his AIDS. He pushes my arm up even farther and the crowd is laughing it up- I feel the shoulder muscle begin to tear and the bone start to bend. The bouncer asks me to repeat what I said. My face is scraping skin along the side of the brick and I mumble out... "I didn't smash you in your face cause I didn't want your fucking gross AIDS!" The crowd was cheering me on now for standing up to this goon and I guess it pissed him off enough to break my arm. Cause thats what he did. The bone cracked audibly and the crowd shut their fuckin mouths.
Nothing like a good bone break to quiet a scene. The bouncer pushed me to the ground and I landed on my broken arm. Talk about fuckin ow way ow. As I lay face down absorbing the pain, I felt my bowels give way to diarrhea and it splattered up the back of my jeans. I heard shouts from the crowd like, "Hey man! You didn't have to break his fuckin arm!" and "Ew! The mother fucker shit his pants!" Also I think one of my ribs was bruised because I landed hard on my gun butt. With my good arm I reached into the inside of my jacket and gripped the handle and slowly pulled it from my coat keeping it concealed by my body. I push myself to my feet and spin toward the crowd with the gun at arms length right in the bouncers face. My broken arm dangles crookedly at my side as I watch the crowd scatter.
The gun is six inches from the bouncers head and he looks real surprised. He starts begging and shaking and drops to his knees asking me for his life. I have to deny him that and I squeeze the trigger. His major chunk of brain explodes from the back of his head and he looks up at me with this blank stare. I pump another bullet into his open head and blow the top portion of his skull clean off. The crowd is running and screaming bumping into each other scattering from the reality of a guy actually killing someone. Alot of murder witness virgins I take it. I point the gun into the crowd and start firing away. People are dropping, scattering, dying, shocking, bleeding, groaning, freaking, stumbling, pushing, crawling, and showing their insides. Me? Laughing. Laughing like Santa Claus giving out gifts on Christmas - except these fuckers aint getting no toy trains. Theyre getting a silver slug to take home to their new home which is the ground.
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