You just never know when or where an inspiration or memory flash will come from.
I was watching this week’s episode of “Two and a Half Men” when I suddenly started thinking about the third person I ever killed.
He wasn’t rich. He wasn’t evil. He wasn’t anyone special … just a guy who someone wanted dead and was willing to pay to make it happen.
Imagine my surprise when I found out weeks later that he wasn’t even the guy I was supposed to kill! Turns out he was just some guy who happened to be wearing the same color shirt my client said the target would be wearing. I mean … come on … what are the odds that TWO guys would be wearing gold and maroon at the ASU stadium that Saturday?
At least he didn’t cry when I dumped him down that mine shaft in Goodyear. I respect someone who can accept the cards life deals him like that and not make some big, overly dramatic production out of it.
Hell, under other circumstances … you know, if I hadn’t killed him … we probably would have become really good friends.
Timmay
November 13, 2009
ANother mistake? Let’s not forget Budro….
Poodle puncher.
hound hitter…
saint714
November 13, 2009
You should try the new stuff: Durazac 15. Makes Prozac seem like a decaf latte. Want a couple?