'You come quick, Mista Lee!'
Kiki with rising panic in his voice on the other end of the line as I dress quickly in the dim morning light. Colt in the shoulder holster, three half-grain ampoules of M in my trenchcoat pocket. Never know who you're gonna have to bribe and the junk's sweeping through this city like aftosa.
The body is sprawled amongst litter on the floor of a grubby apartment in a bad part of town. Horribly twisted, eyes and mouth wide open, face distorted as if John Doe snuffed it in the midst of orgasm. A big speech bubble of blackish dried blood on the floor either side of the head, having leaked from ears only partially blocked by the little bud phones. No need to check the music player lying inert by the corpse's side. This post-wobble mixtape is spreading faster than the junk, an auditory virus.
Can see he'd have been a good-looking kid, despite the death-snarl. Grubby T-shirt and jockey shorts, muscular pale legs with shiny black leg hairs. Can't be much more than 25. Another wasted freebasser. Wonder how he got into it...third one this week. And each time there's a real bad mojo around the scene, like the scent of burnt metal. The superintendent's boys will be round soon to clear up the place but that damn smell will linger to anyone who's sensitive. This is a bad business.
Kiki with rising panic in his voice on the other end of the line as I dress quickly in the dim morning light. Colt in the shoulder holster, three half-grain ampoules of M in my trenchcoat pocket. Never know who you're gonna have to bribe and the junk's sweeping through this city like aftosa.
The body is sprawled amongst litter on the floor of a grubby apartment in a bad part of town. Horribly twisted, eyes and mouth wide open, face distorted as if John Doe snuffed it in the midst of orgasm. A big speech bubble of blackish dried blood on the floor either side of the head, having leaked from ears only partially blocked by the little bud phones. No need to check the music player lying inert by the corpse's side. This post-wobble mixtape is spreading faster than the junk, an auditory virus.
Can see he'd have been a good-looking kid, despite the death-snarl. Grubby T-shirt and jockey shorts, muscular pale legs with shiny black leg hairs. Can't be much more than 25. Another wasted freebasser. Wonder how he got into it...third one this week. And each time there's a real bad mojo around the scene, like the scent of burnt metal. The superintendent's boys will be round soon to clear up the place but that damn smell will linger to anyone who's sensitive. This is a bad business.
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