I had been contracted via the callous malice from Dallas, a hare lipped dwarf that trolled the Puerto Rican prostitutes that dwelled above the Frisco wharf. I was summoned to his seaside circle jerk but blacked out after his absurd accusations involving our Bosnian bookie or the artistic merit of Limp Bizkit's "Nookie".I awoke, finding the malevolent midget between mittens most malicious. He quite dead, I left the scene with a schism in my sciatic nerve and a calculated curve in the nexus of the rotted solar plexus I had received from a cancerous carcass in Texas.
