Originally posted by dave_kodakwoot i still have it.
do it, i wrote part of a rather 1930's story. if i had saved it i would show you, but i didn't, well i could get them to email me back it....
so I'm going to tell you a story.
it was dark that night, and there i was in the downtown police station, i was tied down as they were asking me all kinds of questions about the day before.
i told them to untie me and i would speak, so they did so, but they threw me in a small room with bright lights and cameras everywhere, the door slowly opened and a girl walked in, she was Asian, about 5'8, black hair, and a pair of legs you would kill to grab a hold of.
she handed me a smoke and then handed me a lighter, i asked for a cup of water, she kindly got up and then handed me one. she sat across from me, for a good 40 seconds she never said a word, but then everything changed, she slammed her hands down on the table and started to yell her idea of what happened at me.
i sat there and listened with a grin on my face, i told her that she was wrong, and then i told her what really happened.
so there i was, on my way to see Vinny 4 cards, he's the mob under-boss, high up but not the top, i got to his meeting place, it was some sleazy motel off the highway. nothing worth checking into with out a gun under your pillow.
anyway, his goons didn't even search me, they just let me in, vinny slowly lowered his glass to the table, and ask me what i was pack'n, real slick there vinny, hes got some balls but he doesn't have much in that overly gelled head of his.
i slowly reached into my coat with both hands, crossed and i pulled out my 2 guns, then the knife i had kept in my boot.
i put them down on the table right in front of vinny and is half empty glass.
we began to talk about our plan, see vinny wasn't the type of guy to do any lifting, he gets other people to do work, high priced work.
he wanted me to stick up some 2'bit *****, and then kill her, and cut her head off, i told him i don't kill women, but he wasn't listening to anything other then the sound of his own voice...
he called in one of his goons, i think he called him "fenn" or something like that, tall man, had to be at least 6'3, 350pounds, big mother ****er, not the type you want to piss off.
I'd heard of the guy before, once i was told a story of how he crushed a mans rib's and then ripped out his spine, i don't think he used his bear hands for it, but he might as well have.
"stop playing games" she said to me, i looked up and said "what are you talking about, did you want to hear this or not" and smiled, put her gun out on the table and said "tell me the good part, what i want to hear or I'll shoot you now, then you'll talk"
so i did, i told her how vinny made fenn get a hacksaw, and how i said no to vinny, Vinny's not the guy you want to make mad, at least not when hes got more men around then the president.
so then i told her how we had a little shoot out, and how i barely made it outa there alive.
she nodded.... "thanks kid, thats all i needed to hear"
she stood up and walked out. 3 hours later i was let out.
and then "wait wait wait, are you making this up?"
"... no"
"dave i think your a liar"
"am not tom, I'm telling you it really happened"
"yeah the hell it did, now can i get my cheese burger or not?"
"... want fries with that?"
" Yeah."