Drip,
drip,
drip.
A warm liquid hits between my eyes and rolls toward my lip. Each drop a constant reminder of beingdrip,
drip.
“to cocky”
“shooting from the hip”
Old Bob musket, the veteran dick.“shooting from the hip”
Old Bob musket, was caught in the thick.
Old Bob musket was a force to see but Fate is a cruel bitch much like destiny,
Fate and destiny, sibling leaders of a drug cartel with enough money to cause hell.
Bob musket was following a lead on a case when a man wearing a mask invaded his personal space, the man claimed he was the boss of this place.
Bob knew a lie from very subtle tells...
A twitch, a stutter...
When the eyes flutter it rings certain bells
Bob’s dry lips remained in a smirk. He deduced this man was not the owner or even a employee in this line of work.
Why wear a mask if you’re the head honcho?
His sack with a dollar sign was familiar though...
Bob threw a punch and followed up with a jab, the masked man dodged one but felt a blow. Bob kicked the masked man down below before ironically performing a dab, destiny already had a lock on old musket.
Her rifle was loaded with a powerful sedative that she received from a pharmacist she trusted....
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Old Bob musket is in some trouble.Drip,
Drip,
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