A drunken patron sits at the bar. Talking to everyone and no one all at once.
“let me tell you about bad. You see all those wanted posters; 5 million, 2 million, Wanted dead or alive, Those guys aren’t bad. Those guys are just plain stupid for gettin caught. You know whats scary, I’ll tell you, The professionals who don’t get caught and don’t get branded. The ones so good they got you jumpin at your own shadows. And the only thing you got to be afraid of is their name. Just hearin it makes you look over your shoulder.”
(his head slowly droops to the bar before snapping back up)
" you know why i know, course you don’t. Cause i have looked into the eyes of the devil himself. I was there when he came for him. I just met this guy, and we had a grand old time of drinking the place empty. When we head out to find another , more stocked bar, that’s when it happened. I was thrown to the ground only to watch as the blade sprouted from my new drinking buddies gullet. And when i look up from the life less eyes of this guy, there they were. The truly dead eyes of a killer. He smirked and put his finger to his lips to shush me. then just strolled of. The bastard was fuckin whistling and strolling."
(downs the rest of the tall glass, and visibly shivers)
“i still got them nightmares, Just can’t shake those eyes. The booze is the only thing kept me goin…..”
(said as his head finally reaches the bar and the deep sleep of drunkin darkness takes him.)