May 8th, 2007
Aaaaaand Action
He shot the man yes he shot the man like he was some omnipotentgodofwaranddestruction but he didn't really care and neither did the man because really what was there to say when you're dead and grimy like a lump of meat waiting for that moment when the world slowly began to digest you and he thought yes he thought just before his life force ebbed away from him like that last puff of cigarette, hell he could use a cigarette right now, hell dammit all to hell, he thought that the world was like this really really big stomach that was all acid and shit after all everything in the world was sure to fade away like that fuel song shimmer it was called and ugh he went he was dead and the man who shot him was like thirty minutes away now and was busy buying an ice cream cone because who wouldn't want an icecreamcone as a PostMurderDelight in this sweltering afternoon heat although a tall fucking glass of halohalo might be a BetterIdea since things like those tend to stop traffic like the legs of a beautiful woman or even the decomposing body of a man who was just shot so he didn't really care, the fucker had it coming anyway, he didn't cut him any slack when the month to pay the rent came around and he begged and cried and swore on the grave of all of his ten children and the soul of his wife who was currently in the ICU godblesshersoul waiting for a fresh arrival of Kidneys since she was slowly wasting away due to the organ's failure and the hospital had just run out of stock of anything remotely resembling human, but then the guy had just shot his landlord and he was now wondering whether or not he should be worrying about how soon it would take for the cops to find him so he does the smart thing and hangs on to the gun and swears to toss it into the smelting plant sometime later during the day since he didn't really want to go to prison for the rest of his life since the LifeTimePlan the government had for premeditated murder was life imprisonment thank god for Gloria and the revokation of the capital punishment decree but right now what he needed was a phone booth goddamn it why weren't there phone booths and urinals in every street corner in Manila when conversation and defacation were the two things that made human beings human anyway but just as he was about to give up and duck into the nearest pharmacy and risk making the phone call there he spots a card-operated phone booth and picks it up swipes his touchcard through the sensor and dials after the beep, and after a few rings somebody picks up and he says "Hello Doc? I have the Kidney you'll be needing . . . "