Barflies Chapter 3

 It didn't seem to matter what he drank or how much, nothing helped, and nothing stopped the fact that she was gone.  That last look into his soul as her life left.  Why was he still alive?  The guy had known there was no way. It was over.

"Oh S**t" were his final words. He'd shot him in the mouth to shut him up.  There was no satisfaction.  He hadn't expected any.  It was just something that had to be done.  The other guys, the drive- bys, had been harder to find.  They'd had no idea why they died in such slow agony.  None of it had helped.  Not one lousy drink had helped at all,  but he'd kept on going,  listening to her telling him to get back to living.  Now he was slowly coming out of it.  Joe had helped.  He'd found him almost by accident,  surfing the web to preoccupy his mind.  It had felt good to see his ugly puss again.  Age had not hurt his inner beauty.  It was the same old Joe, and talk about farting through silk,  he was rich beyond belief.

Reviews

[Narnie]

farting through silk? hahaha... I love that phrase - I must find somewhere to use it. I have been away Donald - my arms got injured and I kept relapsing when trying to come back too soon... I have a lot to catch up on but this was a good place to start. Anymore?