Crooked Coward
Posted at 8:31 am on Monday, March 5, 2007, in Uncategorized, and tagged lit.
The night grew cold. The chill heightened the too-dull senses of the two men. The bar had stopped serving drinks. Daybreak was the next checkpoint.
Two dimes fell from one man’s pocket, creating a resounding echo within the hollowed city streets. The two men, brought together randomly, had enjoyed a week’s worth of drinks in a mere few hours, and now had to address the last concern of the evening. How in the hell do we get home?
“I don’t care if you mother-fuckin’ die you piece of shit coward.” A senseless aberration of a drunken bar scene.
“I want to slice your fuckin’ throat, hang you from my balcony, and beat you with a fuckin’ stick. You fuckin’ motherless piece of shit slut-fucking bastard.”
The drinking had come to a halt, but the futures of the two men’s lives were still in the balance.
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March 5th, 2007 at 1:19 pm
I’m sorry, but I thought this narrative was a description of the joint House and Senate reconciliation committee about the new higher mininmum wage bill.