by Michael C.
There is nothing to fear but
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Sometimes dying quickly is the best
way out. You avoid the suffering. I cant
take pain, man. So Ill off myself. Bang,
its over. Best outcome for a situation like
this. Load the damn gun now. Get it done,
for Gods sake. Stop stalling.
You have to be precise with a 22
caliber. Better shoot myself in the temple.
Dont want to end up just getting injured,
or become a freaking vegetable. Youve seen
those jerks that didnt pay up. They got
limps or disappeared permanently. You mention
their names to Johnny at the bar and he just
rolls his eyes like he knows something but
aint gonna say nothing.
You dumb ass, McKenna! Whyd
you borrow money from a lone shark, even if you
knew the guy? When it comes to dough, friendship
doesnt matter to these mugs. Christ, I
thought you were smarter than that. You know how
it goes. Dont pay up on time with these
hoods and they crush your kneecaps, or worse,
they cut off your . . . no, I cant go there.
Im gonna be sick.
Okay, so load the friggin
pistol now before you dont got a choice in
the matter, moron. I could have borrowed the
money from someone else . . . Uncle Cal, maybe.
He was always good for it. But no, you have to
borrow from a dude connected to the mob, the son
of a bitchin mafia. Okay . . . okay, so
shut up and just do it before he gets here, you
Hey, Mac, its me, Ace.
Open up, okay. I got something for you.
Crap, hes here. Pull the
trigger, you idiot. I cant . . . shit, I cant.
Im gutless. Screw it. Let him in to do what
he needs to do. You deserve it.
What took you so long, Mac?
You hiding from somebody . . . or something?
No, Ace. I was . . .
Playing with yourself, I know.
I brought something to give you, Mac.
Yeah, I was expecting you.
Just do it, okay? Make it fast.
What are you talking about,
The dough I owed you
Huh? The dough? Oh, you mean
the ten spot I lent you? Dont worry about
it. Jeez, were amigos, right?
Youre not . . .?
Here, Mac. I brought you some
donuts . . . Munchkins.