#15b772
SEEMS I'VE STAYED A BIT TOO LONG
ENTRY NO. 01 | OCTOBER FOURTH, 1991 |
“hey, dt! what’cha been up to? it’s been a real long time, and your bill’s past due. stop right there - don’t you turn away, 'cause you’ve had your fun. now it’s time to pay! now, you know that i’ve been waiting, and i’m really very patient, but you’ve pushed me way too far. ‘cause you owe me thirty thousand, and with interest, it’s been growin’ while you’ve hidden in these bars. now, i would have said ‘duck it,’ but the money by the bucket, i hear you’re rakin’ in. so please forgive my diction and prepare for crucification while i write to your next of kin. so please don’t turn away - you’ve borrowed now you’ve got to pay. seems your mind’s gone a bit off track. time to readjust ‘cause sammy’s back!”
so sammy started dealing, dt started reeling as they tumbled to the floor. the furniture was flyin’ - dt had thought of dyin’ when tex walked through the door. now, tex, he wasn’t waitin’ and without hesitatin’ grabbed sammy by the throat. then sammy started shakin’: a frightened slab of bacon, hangin’ like a coat. seemed things were goin’ alright ‘til sammy pulled a knife. “if you wanna cut the cards, sammy’s gonna up the odds!”
then everything was quiet in the street after the riot - silence hung like death. and tex, he wasn’t breathing, his body lay bleedin’, a knife inside his chest. when dt saw him laying there, he quickly lost his temper. something tore inside. his face was twist in hatred, his mind formulated how this freak would die. sammy saw it in his eyes - thought a retreat would be wise, saying, “seems i've stayed a bit too long, so i’ll take my things and sammy’s gone!”
so sammy started dealing, dt started reeling as they tumbled to the floor. the furniture was flyin’ - dt had thought of dyin’ when tex walked through the door. now, tex, he wasn’t waitin’ and without hesitatin’ grabbed sammy by the throat. then sammy started shakin’: a frightened slab of bacon, hangin’ like a coat. seemed things were goin’ alright ‘til sammy pulled a knife. “if you wanna cut the cards, sammy’s gonna up the odds!”
then everything was quiet in the street after the riot - silence hung like death. and tex, he wasn’t breathing, his body lay bleedin’, a knife inside his chest. when dt saw him laying there, he quickly lost his temper. something tore inside. his face was twist in hatred, his mind formulated how this freak would die. sammy saw it in his eyes - thought a retreat would be wise, saying, “seems i've stayed a bit too long, so i’ll take my things and sammy’s gone!”