Oh shit, its that day again?... Well I guess I'll force my body up. Ahhh, what do they have me for? Yes, yes I remember I took the spit from his mouth. I uhh, took that glimmer of his eye, right? They got me for murder. Well, I gotta pay one day right? Shit, never thought I would be on the other side of this animals hell bin. Well, I figured if I clutched his neck he might know when to close it. When not to take that breath of rage. I guess I lost in the end, yea? I guess he took my dignity down to hell with him. Shaking hands with the devil and has me right beside him. I must appear as a ghost. I must be as pale as a winters day. You know, ever since that one single night every dream has become a nightmare, every glance has his shadow, every word comes out as his. Hell, I don't even have the same voice anymore, its his. Stories like these never seem to be let down then, eh?
Yup (s)HE had a night.
I had one drink, just one and they came up to me. Already had hate and rage bubbling in their palms and throats. I minded my own business knowing even one glance would make them all nervous and pounce upon their prey. So I uh just stared at the television planted on to the wall, watching god only knows what. Seemed like a combo of porn and sports, but with the back alley porn stars, not the glamorous whores. So, the main beast tapped me on the shoulder. I cocked my head in his direction hoping he had the wrong guy. "Yes?" "You Cougar?" What an interesting name. So happy I was not to own it. Cougar must of meant idiot, for fucking with these guys. "No, I'm not sorry to say." "You not Cougar?" Nice caveman slang he had going for himself. "No, no I'm not." They walked away disappointed, hoping to throw their guns in the air and pretend it was the old west again. Frightened I was, since it was going to be 5 against one, and of course no gun. I never liked guns.
Pussy Tales.
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