So far.
Eighteenth
In an office high above the city, Jackie waited. He wasn’t a patient man.
“Where the fuck are those guys?”
“Want me to call them?” asked his assistant.
“I don’t want to talk to them. I just want this thing done.”
“They’re good. They’ll take care of it.”
“They better.”
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Untitled - Part 18
Posted by Snag at 4:00 PM
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3 comments:
Jesus! It is a HIT. Can't everyone SEE that???
I am in pins and NEEDLES.
This is starting to sound like a Firesign Theater album.
They should really have shotguns.
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