“New York or New England, make a pick”. If I knew anything about guns, I’d let you know the model and make. Shiny.
“Who the fuck are you guys?!”, I bark back realizing my hands are tied, and some fucktard knocked me out while I was getting into my car.
“New York? New England?… You mean the fucking Super Bowl?”
“Yeah, that’s right hotshot”, the man says with a smirk, pulling back the trigger on his big shiny gun that won’t get out of my god-damn face! “Make a fucking pick!!!” (more…)