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Christ, I could use a cigarette.  Margie left two weeks ago, but like that matters anyway.  The whore's not worth fuck. I keep on lamenting about the money I spent on that bitch. And the ring she wore, my magnun pawned for shit.  The sex was great, yeah.  Just another shot of this piss-ass shit and I might smell her perfume on my sleeve again. I'm too dumb to do sleek shit on the go. I like to keep it simple.  A couple of weeks to think things through, like a good boy. Damn Margie. I need a good shot.  Let's pour us one.  Just one more for your sexy dumb ass.


The cold steel of the gun brushes my fingertips as I set it down on the desk.  I didn't buy it.  I snatched it from that kid down two blocks away.  Thought he was smart as fuck pointing it at me. Last thing he saw was the empty wallet I threw down his open eyes.  Fifty two bucks and a couple of rocks.

Fast forward.

My brain throbs and I have to keep my eyes open. It's beautiful to imagine Margie again in my arms.  Hmmm....so damn stupid too.  I hurl the empty glass, can't help but smile as it shatters on the plaster wall. It's never easy to let go.  She smells good, Margie, and when she smiles she's pretty decent.  But what if Margie's dead? She won't fuck with me anymore. I load the gun, six bullets are too many for a man like me.