Untitled...to be con't. (613 hits)
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Submitted by audjgirl (View user info) at 2005-06-14 15:13:59 EDT
Fuck. Where did I put that shoe? "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep."
She closed her eyes tight. I reached for the doorknob, pulled it open, and watched the streaming sunlight fan out across our bedspread for a split second.
I blinked.
Outside the room, it was cold. I missed her warm, blushing smell. We fought last night. I would take care of it. Roses, dinner, something. Nothing too important, then Tony called.
My cellphone cried.
"What?" There was no such thing as a hello anymore. No time for silly greetings that are ignored by the angry masses. "Fine." Click. No time for silly goodbyes either.
Tony didn't even know he was dead. By the time he called, it had already been handled. He might as well have been shopping at the funeral home. I could picture him saying, "I don't think I like the pink pillows. Do I look like a woman to you?" and then picking up the funeral director only to throw him across the room.
That was the thing about muscle. You gotta have more than one.
There is no such thing as "sleeping with the fishes." If one of my guys leaves somebody floating in the Hudson, I'm not gonna be the only one to hear about it. But if you whack a guy, cut him up, and slip him into six different bags, chances are it's going to be a little harder for the police to "piece" his story together. Ha.
Tony wasn't going to sleep with the fishes. But he was going to get dismembered into seven little bags. His mother was going to get a nice present in the mail. I am sending her the seventh bag. Nobody should have to live without their balls. Tony won't.
I told him hundreds of times, "Don't talk about my wife like that." I told him. But he thought he was the muscle, he could do what he wanted. Unfortunately for him, I'm the brain. I always know what the right and the left hand are doing, even if he doesn't. I knew he was fucking her. I knew from the moment I walked in, and she smelled different. She smelled like his cologne and his dirty fucking cigars.
She said she couldn't push him off her.
I said I would take care of it.
I knew he had balls. That's why I hired him in the first place. "Take care of things," I had told him. Maybe I shouldn't have left him to take care of my things. Muscle never has any control. That's why they need the brain. Tony had no control. Too much cologne, too many cigars. Now he would have too many bullets in his head.
I buttoned the top button on my shirt. Fixed my tie. Opened the front door; locked it behind me. "Seeya tonite baby."
(con't later...)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2009-03-27 05:00:33 EDT (#)
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You left because of Method? You silly twat. He's a fucking idiot.
Submitted by audjgirl (user info) at 2005-06-15 10:51:24 EDT (#)
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wow.
ok, i was just trying something different.
what would you like to hear about, people?
i mean, this has to be better than some of the other blogging shit i've posted.
and i know it was blogging shit.
so what's wrong with this one?
some real criticism would be nice for once. i just remembered why i left.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-06-14 16:06:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Method (user info) at 2005-06-14 15:44:38 EDT (#)
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Oh mother Loren, I'm being childish and flippant as usual.
Just spank my behind and be done with it.
Plus I hate this bitch.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-06-14 15:40:51 EDT (#)
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Method, what's wrong with you?
The post isn't really worth a +2. But it's not worth -2 either.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2005-06-14 15:32:11 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/16499
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-06-14 15:26:20 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Method (user info) at 2005-06-14 15:18:14 EDT (#)
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you fat pumpkin-headed troll, I thought I told you not to ever come back here again