Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Untitled - Part 18

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.”

3 comments:

Pinko Punko said...

Jesus! It is a HIT. Can't everyone SEE that???

I am in pins and NEEDLES.

rotten mcdonald said...

This is starting to sound like a Firesign Theater album.

Brando said...

They should really have shotguns.