Pt. II

Back at that bar again, eyeballing that asshole in the corner who seems to have it all, big dick, big wallet, big hands, big titted women, he could probably die tonight and people would be really upset, something you read about in the papers, NOT as an obituary. "so-and-so was coming out of sally so-and-so's house very early tuesday morning after filling her up all night, and was struck by a drunk driver.."   this is what the world needs more of, thinking too much about this just makes me want to go home and try to end it yet again, maybe this time, it would be so so so very nice to jus... "what the FUCK are you staring at man???" now my attention is elsewhere, my mere gaze has now turned into a full fledged stare, yet I can't open my mouth, the half smile I give right back to him doesn't seem to make him very happy at all.  "you're fucked up man, you staring at my girls tits??  you a pervert?? i'm going home and slapping these tits tonight, you can slap yourself thinking about it you freak." I half shut my eyes and keep the grin, even though he's completely right, might as well make his night terrible for the sake of it, he won't remember it tomorrow anyway, no one ever does.  I slide my hand into my coat pocket and remove the cold steel, his eyes have immediately gone from anger to terror, don't worry asshole, i'm not going to hit you, you are no where near my own temple... click..