Have you ever stared down the barrel of a gun, have you ever known you were just a step away from being dead. I have, hell thats whats happening right now, this dumb fuck italian that his gay ass HP compact 9mm actually scares me, he is so... wait whats this shit.. haha he's tellin me to give him all my money. haha this nigga actually thinks i got money on me, haha im done with this nigga. i dodge to the and draw my piece it's a beautiful machete black springfield XDm. I put it to his head and blow his brains out, i doubt he even knew what had happened, oh well just another dead nigga. i pause for a moment and listen for the sounds of panic or alarm on the street behind me.nothin nobody ever notices.. damn shame... i turn back to the dude and notice his blood on the wall and watch it pool around him... damn shame... i walk over and start going through his pockets... lets see wallet, nothin in there, hmm little bit of coke in his jacket pocket might as well take it i can sell that later... hmm damn he aint got shit. oh well aint my problem no more. i reach down and pick up his gun and put it in my jacket, that done i take out my phone and call mike.
"sup boss" he answers.
"not too much ya know, but i got a body in an alley over here off washington, you know the one by the the old shell station" i tell him.
"what you want done bout it" he asks.
"same as always man, it dont exist no more. right?" i say.
"of course" is all he says then he hangs up.
I put my phone away and pull out my cigarettes, damn im runnin low agian. whatever ill just bum some off kristoff, till i sell the coke. I light my cigarette, take a drag and leave the alley joining the crowds on the street that have no idea what just happened, and frankly i doubt they really care.
AN: so if you couldnt tell most of this is in his head mostly cause i suck at dialouge. this is my first writing so id like to know what people think.