aloe vera

Vincent Aloevera was a brat, a goddamn lazy motherfucker who thought he could break through and mess with me. Fuckin' mess with my head and tell ME! fucking ME! what to do. I can't handle that shit when some hot headed new, what I expect, to be professional starts lipping me off about a lock that HE, HE couldn't break into. I know he was passed to me by the syndicate but who else knows exactly what that means. He could have been just some renegade that I had to babysit. The clock is ticking and the safe is still locked. I'm gonna shoot it, gawdamn. I tell him to get the fuck out of the way and I unload my glock. It's okay, I have another one at my ankle. And voila! We have the money and we are just in need of the way out. It was easy getting in and now I fear it will take a hell of a long time to get out of this condo. There's one elevator and stairs, on the 15th floor. The bags are filled with that beautiful, sexy, dreamy cash and Aloe thinks his shit don't stink. We make it out, with more than enough time. So, I figure, why not get his share of the cash too. It's the only logical way. Hell, I never killed a man before and I don't plan on  doing so. I tell Vincent to stop in the alleyway and I shoot both his knees and I see the bullet stick to the bone in the muzzle flash. There's problem number one out of the way and the cops are investing the 15th floor while I call a taxi and head to the bar.

This seedy shitty place but it's okay by me and  I need to drop off the money to someone name Ragu. I look over the barroom and I see my eyes meet with a man, must be Ragu. I throw the dough on the table. He gets the finders fee and I keep the rest.

"What happened to V?" Ragu asks

"Got shot, poor guy. Probably dying in an alleyway somewhere" I say.

I leave the bar, no drink. I need to hide this money. So, I go to the OTB and play the game. I'm up 4 grand and I leave.

I go to sleep like a baby. And I put Aloe vera on my back.