I beat a guy for money

He was a dealer that new the location of a lab we wanted to jack. He wouldn't give up the information so I was asked to persuade him a little. I took him into another car, then proceeded to work answers out of him. First I used my voice, then my fists, then some pruning shears. Before long he was singing like Mariahand giving up the information people wanted, but in the process he had shit and pissed himself. I don't feel bad since he was bad anyway, but somedays I feel a little guilty.

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1 comment:

The Stories You Cannot Tell said...

Nice career choice.

Maybe landscaping is your calling?