Fictitious Ramblings

Sleep is for Suckers

Saturday, December 14th, 2013

He walks like a cowboy, spits like a girl and keeps a well groomed mustache. 17 days ago a man told him to be in the pasta isle of his local Albertson’s at 2:00 pm. While there he would encounter a woman with child purchasing pasta sauce. He was to stab her twice in the stomach and the child once in the neck. He was told his part in this would be important and that if he didn’t succeed he would be killed at 2:00 am the following morning.

I chose to use an Applebee’s steak knife from the previous Friday.