Saturday, 13 June 2015

Desperate Times

It’s amazing how quickly your mind can work when said mind has a better than 50/50 chance of being blown out the back of your skull within 48 hours.

I managed a complete inventory of how many favors I could call in, cross-referencing that with just how big a pile of shit I was in and reaching the conclusion that I was still aiming to be six feet under, all while driving at top speed, avoiding both cops AND pursuers.

After the crash, a shootout and a knife battle, I gave up, shanked a passer-by, grabbed her phone…

And dialled.

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