At the curve in the freeway past Stephens Road, I see five guys face down on the ground, on the grass.
Five guys don’t do crimes together. That’s an interesting observation.
It’s true.Especially in the cell phone and camera era. Especially in the era of banks having double locking exit doors. Levels of trust don’t extend that far and there isn’t a street crime lucrative enough to make it worth splitting five ways.
That one read like poetry.
The power of guns. they require a story every time...whisper it into murdering ears...."say it like this...otherwise it's just "you took a life"."
Five guys don’t do crimes together. That’s an interesting observation.
It’s true.Especially in the cell phone and camera era. Especially in the era of banks having double locking exit doors. Levels of trust don’t extend that far and there isn’t a street crime lucrative enough to make it worth splitting five ways.
That one read like poetry.
The power of guns. they require a story every time...whisper it into murdering ears...."say it like this...otherwise it's just "you took a life"."