Thursday, April 16, 2009

Okay, where was I?

My story picks up the next day. It was about half past midnight and I was sitting on my friends couch putting my shoes on to head to the bar. It had been what Ice Cube and everybody else would consider a good day; we had a cookout with lots of friends and every type of meat you can think of throwing on a grill. I took a little nap around ten, got up an hour later to five friends sitting in the living room, drank a couple of beers, reached into my pocket for my glass piece and my meager sack of kind when...

"BLAM!" The door flew open and instantly there was a gun in each of our faces.

(to be continued.)

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