I'm not afraid anymore, it's only a broken heart
A continuation of one of those unfinished stories down there
"What a fuckin night, eh Barry?"
"Tell me about it joey, these funeral services seem to be getting longer and longer as the days go on."
"shit man, maybe they were just waiting for another one of them old fucks to fall dead so they could get both of them done at the same time, save a little bit of cash?"
"whatever works i guess. want to head out for a drink once we're done burying this one?"
"yeah sure man, as long as you're the one buying."
"you really are a tight ass aren't you?"
Joey and Barry put down their shovels down and head out towards the road to walk to the bar, a short walk down from the gravesites. Along the way, the town seemed to spring up completely randomly, as if someone drew a line in the sand and said "here is where my town will start." they passed many alleyways along the way, usually full of bums or drunks trying to get a wink in before starting the cycle again. but this time there were precious few souls along the streets.
"what the hell barry, it's friday and there isn't a goddamn person out tonight. figure the bums took the day off or something?"
"bums have every day off joey, it's nothing special."
but today was special. although most were unoccupied, one dead end held a special resident. The body of a man once only known to his peers as "the boss."
"What a fuckin night, eh Barry?"
"Tell me about it joey, these funeral services seem to be getting longer and longer as the days go on."
"shit man, maybe they were just waiting for another one of them old fucks to fall dead so they could get both of them done at the same time, save a little bit of cash?"
"whatever works i guess. want to head out for a drink once we're done burying this one?"
"yeah sure man, as long as you're the one buying."
"you really are a tight ass aren't you?"
Joey and Barry put down their shovels down and head out towards the road to walk to the bar, a short walk down from the gravesites. Along the way, the town seemed to spring up completely randomly, as if someone drew a line in the sand and said "here is where my town will start." they passed many alleyways along the way, usually full of bums or drunks trying to get a wink in before starting the cycle again. but this time there were precious few souls along the streets.
"what the hell barry, it's friday and there isn't a goddamn person out tonight. figure the bums took the day off or something?"
"bums have every day off joey, it's nothing special."
but today was special. although most were unoccupied, one dead end held a special resident. The body of a man once only known to his peers as "the boss."