Always In Trouble

My life was dark. Now I just laugh at the problems and the pain. Why not?

This day started off like most others. With gangsters and gunfire. The cops pretended to investigate and left. I walked around the crime scene. Thinking about the madness of it all. Got tired and left.


It was an easy place to leave. Nothing was accomplished today. Today the crooks got away. But tomorrow was coming.

Escape The Pain

I go. Guns firing after me as I duck for cover. These creeps try to reload fast.


Before I let loose my furious lead.

Night Sounds

The night surrounded me. Darkness came again like an old friend. I don't fear it. It's what we go through to get to a better place.


Gunshots, loud music, traffic, could be heard in the distance. My work begins now.

Can't Have What You Want?

People tell you lies. It's up to you, to believe it or not. The streets I walk, get dark and cold. We are all being tested.


Rival gangs are fighting for control. I'm not choosing a side, they are both corrupt crooks. Full of hope, and letting go of fear, for once. I walk towards an uncertain future. 

In The City

I'm walking the streets tonight. Searching for something? Maybe my heart. Maybe my soul. The streets are quiet.


Too quiet. Weird. My gut tells me to run. It can get bad out here fast. Real bad. Beaten to death by a gang, bad. I walk on for a few minutes, not seeing much.


A man steps out of the alley, points his gun at me. Seconds later the gang come out of the alley. The Crimson Daggers. Screaming, running, they knock the gunman down. Beat him, rob him, and run.  I stood there, with full pants.

One Hard Bastard

Nightmare Jones < A Private Eye Not Afraid To Die >

My fist busted a face. This face deserved it. It belonged to a dumb,dirty,crook. A gun was pulled but not fast enough. The gun was taken and a punch was given. Laying on the floor the crook held his broken nose. Yes brass knuckles do work.

Trouble In The Trees

A Nightmare Jones Story

A man walked out of the woods. I was walking on a trail on the side of the road. He said,"Give me your money!" I said,"Go back where you came from or I'll bust your ass." He ran back in. And stepped in a bear trap. Ouch.

The maniac that put it there came up and shot him. Then came for me. His insane eyes glaring at me he came closer. Before he could shoot and I could pull my gun, he stepped on a rattlesnake. Jumped,stumbled,in the road and got hit by a car. He died.

Jones On The Border ----- A Nightmare Jones Story

I walked up the dark street. A punk stepped up pulled a knife said,"give me your money!" I said,I don't have any. But I've got a pocket full of death. Do you want some of that? He took a step back and I pulled my gun and unloaded it in him. Mexican assassins were making a mess around here. Not for long.

Don't Cross Here

If you cross me I'll kick your ass. I won't think twice about it that's a guarantee. What I didn't tell him was that I'd kill him. My name's Nick Burden. He didn't listen,thought he was slick,thought he'd get away with it. Bill tried to takeover my business and leave me out in the cold. So I cut him,good. We won't mention what my business is. Now he's being eaten by my pet lizards. And after they're through with him,I'll give his bones to my dogs.

My Hood ----- A Nightmare Jones Story

The rapper thought he was tough. He pointed a Glock at me. But he made a big mistake. He got too close. I took the gun away from him after breaking his arm. Now he wasn't so tough. In fact he was crying. If he moves he'll be dying.

Ending Up Dead

I looked down the long not well-lighted street. Did I want to go down there? That way? They may be hiding anywhere. Could jump out and attack from many places. Of course they'd end up dead if they did that. Who is after me? Many different crooks. I hear someone behind me. I shoot holes through a dirty punk. Another one down.

The Wrong Place

I hit him in the head with my stick. He goes,night,night. Sleepyby. I take a look around. What a dump. It's my place. The punk tried to break in. Big mistake. His last.

Just A Nice Little Tale

They called him Jimmy The Sheet. No one knew why. He was part of the neighborhood. Had always been there. On his way home one night Jimmy met a punk on the street.

The punk pulled a gun and hit Jimmy with it. He fell to the street and lay there. When the punk bent over him Jimmy's knife went into his heart. He dragged the punk's body up to his room. Threw him in a bed with three other bodies in it. He pulled the sheet over his head.

The Dick Kicks Ass --- A Nightmare Jones Private Dick Story

That night I walked the streets. Shots were fired up ahead of me. I pulled my gun and saw a man run up the street. He saw me and pulled his trigger. He missed,I didn't. I stood over the body of the hitman as his blood ran into the gutter. His victim lay dead in the doorway of his business. It seems the union boss ordered the hit. I'll take him down one day. If he gets in my way. I put my gun away and walk.

Killer Woods ------ A Michael Davis PI Story

I walked up the hill,dogs barking in the night. Heard a noise pulled my gun and ducked behind a tree. The crazy fucker ran by me and jumped over a bush. He must have landed in dogshit cause he got up quick and ran towards me. I shot him eight times. That's what he gets for stealing my lunch and killing ten people.

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.