Hoeky motherfucker.
glared directly at him
Piece of shit he thought
Don
know me from Adam
then interrupted himself
H O E –
K Y or H O – K
E
Y not tha it made much difference
still had to contend with the cunt
nodded to him
A moment please Ill be right with you he went to his iPhone punched in H O E K Y
found
overly sentimental mawkish
No
synonyms
mushy No
goopy Hardly
cloying Unlikely
melodramatic Never
maudlin On rare fuckin
occasions
corny His kidbrother not him
obviously contrived to win popular appeal or support Thad be a cold day in Hell
phony or is tha P H O N E Y phoney baloney No ones met a truer being scars vouched
put his phone back in his jacket pocket
zipped it closed
I think you have me confused with somebody else
I’m talkin’ to you . . motherfucker.
Well then Thas tha isnt tha
reaching for him an ugly smile spreading over his face
quicker
a headbutt spread
his nose over his face
staggering backward hit him again left cross to the temple that threw him bodily into stools peopled and not
lotsa blood
glanced
about the immediate bar for cohorts no
one moving towards him
lotsa abrupt vocals
women screamed
probably blood on their clothing
remedy with cold water immediately
hed like to stick around for the wet blouse contest but running no tab
gulped his Guinness Gawdawful shame split
flipping his hood up over his head walking like a frog couldnt reliably say his
height or girth
He was just some
fuckin’ dude, officer.
if in fact cops were called
0013, Thursday,
26 6. 25
1046, Thursday
Pink Floyd Dogs of War
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W7klssQ38Q
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