One Mistake Away From Death

The gunfire started at night. I ended it at dawn. The cops wouldn't come down here. The crooks came starting trouble again. I told them they were,one mistake away from death. They didn't listen. I had to gun 'em all. 10 men dead. But at least now it was quiet.

Games In The Dark

It didn't take long to die on this street. The killers were everywhere. But you couldn't see them. It was a dark world. Why all this killing? Because the people tolerate it. If you reward bad behavior you get more of it. Criminals must be punished or at least stopped. We need good judges. Not weak ones. I thought about all this as I walked along. Enough for one night. I went home. Let them follow.

Red Night

The blood-soaked sheets were in the center of the room on the floor. The knife was in the girl's heart. My guns were in my hands firing round after round into the killer. He fucked her hard and stabbed her. Then he laughed in my face. Now they'd be scooping him up into little plastic bags.

Overwhelming Force

I pulled out my rod and ran into the street. If you've got the guts and the skill,there's nothing you can't do. Confidence and belief in yourself are the keys. Like the Samurai of feudal Japan who considered themselves already dead,so they could go into battle with no fear. You must accept your own death. Because it may happen at any time. They weren't prepared for that. One dived behind a car. The other punk looked me in the eye dropped his gun and ran. I shot him in the ass. Then ducked down and fired under the car and got the other one in the leg. Next time they'll stay off my lawn.

Shadow Night

I walked the dark street. When there was some light I kept to the shadows. I bet the Grim Reaper liked this street. Death was at home,here. Darkness haunted this place at all times. Day and night. "If I didn't work for them I wouldn't be here,but it's what I do." I said,to a shadow. Then the shadow moved. And so did my guns. The shadow was still. Now and forever.