Once upon a time I was in a bar. It was a hot summer night, and raining like hell. The place was packed and the service was good. Amazing! Anyway, a couple of guys got crossed up, and drew their guns. The next thing I knew – the guy next to me was dead, (we were shoulder to shoulder) and his brains were splattered all over me. (took an errant .45 to the forehead – missed me by 15 in.) If you’ve never seen gray matter, well I just don’t know what to say. Brains are gooey. I exited the bar (hauled my ass out as fast as I could – had some friends with me as well), and met the 60 year old Cop who was about to retire on the way in with a Billy Club. I said “You’re going to need a little more than that club – they’ve got guns going on in there”. He ran in anyway, turned his ass around, broke for cover, and called for backup. It was like the Wild Wild West.

Bottom Line: 3 DEAD & 2 WOUNDED.

Bad JuJu!

Anyone want to go drinking with me? Shit happens.

Good thing it was raining – I was able to wash in the gutter.