Post by RedSmile on Jan 17, 2017 23:46:27 GMT -5
What a coincidence!!
I'm just glad to be alive right now. I was up a few towns away. You know Saragosa? I was at a bar there. Not unlike this one, they serve beer. Not as good as this, but close. And I saw something you wouldn't believe. I'm sitting there by myself.
Now, this bar...
...was full of lowlifes.
I mean, not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good. I'm all by myself. I like it that way.
Meanwhile, things are going on. Under-the-table kinds of things. Not too obvious...
...but not too secret either.
So...
...l'm sitting...
...and in walks...
...the biggest Mexican I have ever seen...
... like he owns the place.
Nobody knew what to make of him or think of him. But there he was, and in he walked. He was dark too. I don't mean dark-skinned. This was different. It was as if he was always walking in a shadow. Every step he took towards the light....just when you thought his face would be revealed, it wasn't. It was as if the lights dimmed...just for him.
So this guy... takes a seat at the bar..... orders a soda, sits back, says nothing.
"He ordered a soda pop?"
I wasn't interested in his drink. I was interested in what he carried. Some sort of a suitcase, kind of heavy. And he sat that thing beside him, as if it were his girl.
Then, all of a sudden, the bastard spoke. You know he was talking business because he upset the bartender. Especially when he mentioned....
He said something like: "Bitch" or...." Bucho."
That's what it was. Bucho!
He pissed off the bartender plenty. Some of those unsavory characters....not like these boys, but real scum, they got pissed too. Started pulling guns and knives. Starting some shit. Now, the stranger....he bolts off of the barstool.
He dives into the middle of the room with his case. Dives right in. I don't know what he does there, but in two shakes the suitcase is open...
...and he's pulled out the biggest handcannon I've ever f***ing seen.
That was just the beginning.
"You just stood there? You didn't run for cover or join in?"
I was frozen stiff. All I could do was watch this...thing tear the place apart. It was amazing. Cutthroat scumbags were coming forward and dying much-deserved deaths.
Don't get me wrong, this was no class-act group like you got here. Not at all. No, these guys were world-class turds. I'm sorry, but they got what they deserved.
It was Judgment Night in that place.
I'm just glad to be alive right now. I was up a few towns away. You know Saragosa? I was at a bar there. Not unlike this one, they serve beer. Not as good as this, but close. And I saw something you wouldn't believe. I'm sitting there by myself.
Now, this bar...
...was full of lowlifes.
I mean, not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good. I'm all by myself. I like it that way.
Meanwhile, things are going on. Under-the-table kinds of things. Not too obvious...
...but not too secret either.
So...
...l'm sitting...
...and in walks...
...the biggest Mexican I have ever seen...
... like he owns the place.
Nobody knew what to make of him or think of him. But there he was, and in he walked. He was dark too. I don't mean dark-skinned. This was different. It was as if he was always walking in a shadow. Every step he took towards the light....just when you thought his face would be revealed, it wasn't. It was as if the lights dimmed...just for him.
So this guy... takes a seat at the bar..... orders a soda, sits back, says nothing.
"He ordered a soda pop?"
I wasn't interested in his drink. I was interested in what he carried. Some sort of a suitcase, kind of heavy. And he sat that thing beside him, as if it were his girl.
Then, all of a sudden, the bastard spoke. You know he was talking business because he upset the bartender. Especially when he mentioned....
He said something like: "Bitch" or...." Bucho."
That's what it was. Bucho!
He pissed off the bartender plenty. Some of those unsavory characters....not like these boys, but real scum, they got pissed too. Started pulling guns and knives. Starting some shit. Now, the stranger....he bolts off of the barstool.
He dives into the middle of the room with his case. Dives right in. I don't know what he does there, but in two shakes the suitcase is open...
...and he's pulled out the biggest handcannon I've ever f***ing seen.
That was just the beginning.
"You just stood there? You didn't run for cover or join in?"
I was frozen stiff. All I could do was watch this...thing tear the place apart. It was amazing. Cutthroat scumbags were coming forward and dying much-deserved deaths.
Don't get me wrong, this was no class-act group like you got here. Not at all. No, these guys were world-class turds. I'm sorry, but they got what they deserved.
It was Judgment Night in that place.