Monday, February 1, 2010

Poker Face

I met a future denizen of Raccoon City and probably the Hive this morning.

I can't/won't go into detail about who or where or why.

It's personal.

I've never actually met him face to face or even laid eyes on him. He was only a lump under the covers of a motel room. But I'm sure I'll be seeing his face very soon.

A small time drug dealer and a child molester and a domestic abuser. A petty street punk. One who has apparently evaded actually going to prison up to this point. I think that luck of his is going to run out fairly quickly.

He's invaded my space, so to speak. Popped up on my radar in a very personal way.

That doesn't bode well for his future personal happiness.

When he finally does go to prison I really do look forward to the day he comes into the Hive running his pie hole. I want to look into his face just one time.

Of course, I will have to report it up the chain and explain my connection with him and get him transferred to another camp.

I just want to see him one time. I want him to look into my eyes.

I won't even put my hands on him.

I won't need to.

7 comments:

  1. Obviously I was having a bad morning. It sucks to get hit with this stuff before you've finished your first cup of coffee. I'll try to be more upbeat tomorrow.

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  2. Just don't put yourself on the other side of the Hive.

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  3. Joe- I'm going to attempt to remain completely professional. No worries.

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  4. KP- I know you guys got me. I appreciate that. I'll not get you off in a wreck. Promise.

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  5. The fact is, most of the these punks do not need to be in the hive, just a simple 0.25 cent piece of lead therapy would do the trick.

    Doc

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  6. Look into my eyes.... your getting sleepy... sleepy....your open to any suggestion. Now, kill yourself!

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