10-06-2008, 03:43 AM
Brandon flipped the super off, as he disappeared into his room.
"I'll have it tomorrow, asshole!" he shouted as he slammed the door shut.
His apartment was pretty standard for someone who's life had no direction. Street signs, flags, and offensive posters lined the walls, and makeshift furniture was made out of scraps of lumber and old car parts.
The closet door opened on its own, revealing a lack of upkeep and the Marajuana plants under a growlight Brandon was hiding from the super. Next to the plants was a rudimentary vacuum sealing system, and several baggies, in varying weights, ready for delivery.
"Hello, my babies." Brandon cooed almost lovingly, not noticing the front door didn't shut all the way.
"I'll have it tomorrow, asshole!" he shouted as he slammed the door shut.
His apartment was pretty standard for someone who's life had no direction. Street signs, flags, and offensive posters lined the walls, and makeshift furniture was made out of scraps of lumber and old car parts.
The closet door opened on its own, revealing a lack of upkeep and the Marajuana plants under a growlight Brandon was hiding from the super. Next to the plants was a rudimentary vacuum sealing system, and several baggies, in varying weights, ready for delivery.
"Hello, my babies." Brandon cooed almost lovingly, not noticing the front door didn't shut all the way.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
