PUB ACTION!

Just then a bloke erupted into the snug with a fiver. The music stopped. Jaws dropped, and darts hung in mid-air. “DRINKS ALL ROUND!” he roared. “FOR ME!”

I ran up and kicked him with all I had in the head. Then, I got down on my knees and, butting him in the stonks, tore off his ears.

He screamed when I bit him twice on the eyes, and he screamed a whole lot more when I spat them back at him. After that I ripped out a beer and drank it. Then, when I’d done that, I turned him over and punched his bum in. I bent over and was grabbing his fiver when I saw a note hidden on the deck in front of me: ‘meet me back at the flat for smack and that’.

Panting, I dragged the gleaming, slug-packed MAC slowly from its leather harness. After that, I let two dozen slugs into him. Then, I lit a fag, kicked him in the heart a few times, and left.

Later, at the address there, I unveil a vicious little Israeli machine-pistol and cock it. I counted to one and exploded into the dump.

Six junkies shit for the first time in six months. I smelled the food they hadn’t ate. I felt the hate surge through me like a tidal wave of venom. I saw the poverty and wrenched unnaturally.

Just then the gun went off accidentally in my mind.

Ugly slugs cut ugly lumps from ugly punks leaving ugly wounds.

I puked up in a pram full of smack.

Next, a bloke sprang into the room with a gun. He pointed it at me. Then he went, “You’ve puked on my smack! Take that!” and shot me.

He kept on shooting me till he was out of slugs, and that’s when I got MAD!

I leaned over and, punching my arm up him, grabbed his tongue and quickly pulled him inside-out. The sleeve of my Tacchini track suit top was fucked. But it was worth it!

The End


	PUB ACTION! Just then a bloke erupted into the snug with a fiver. The music stopped. Jaws dropped, and darts hung in mid-air. “DRINKS ALL ROUND!” he roared. “FOR ME!” I ran up and kicked him with all I had in the head. Then, I got down on my knees and, butting him in the stonks, tore off his ears. He screamed when I bit him twice on the eyes, and he screamed a whole lot more when I spat them back at him. After that I ripped out a beer and drank it. Then, when I’d done that, I turned him over and punched his bum in. I bent over and was grabbing his fiver when I saw a note hidden on the deck in front of me: ‘meet me back at the flat for smack and that’. Panting, I dragged the gleaming, slug-packed MAC slowly from its leather harness. After that, I let two dozen slugs into him. Then, I lit a fag, kicked him in the heart a few times, and left. Later, at the address there, I unveil a vicious little Israeli machine-pistol and cock it. I counted to one and exploded into the dump. Six junkies shit for the first time in six months. I smelled the food they hadn’t ate. I felt the hate surge through me like a tidal wave of venom. I saw the poverty and wrenched unnaturally. Just then the gun went off accidentally in my mind. Ugly slugs cut ugly lumps from ugly punks leaving ugly wounds. I puked up in a pram full of smack. Next, a bloke sprang into the room with a gun. He pointed it at me. Then he went, “You’ve puked on my smack! Take that!” and shot me. He kept on shooting me till he was out of slugs, and that’s when I got MAD! I leaned over and, punching my arm up him, grabbed his tongue and quickly pulled him inside-out. The sleeve of my Tacchini track suit top was fucked. But it was worth it! The End © Copyright Malcolm Bennett 2010. All Rights Reserved.
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