Oh, the woe of a drug dealer. Such an accursed trade, and such an abysmal life. Here is his lament, in the (almost micro) story called "125 Grams of Pain." This tale was posted on Flashing In The Gutters.
As to what the dosage alludes to, you'll have to read for yourself.
5 comments:
Dug it alot, Cormac... This dude sounds like a bad-ass and a half.
"As a matter of fact, I have a bullet for everybody..."
Coolest line of the day. Too bad it sounds like someone caught up with him
I've never read tht before. Great piece of work.
I was beginning to like the character and then you kill him off! That was a top piece of flash, Cormac. How come that's not on your side bar?
Regards mate, David.
I like this a lot, Cormac! :-)
I wonder who pulled the trigger? Would be interesting to see the story from their point of view...
Top story, tho'!
Anthony,
Thanks. I might make him a bounty hunter and I know that profession has been done to death, but he could forgo the badge and still keep the gun.
Paulie Decibels,
Thanks. I'm surprised, you know some of my material better than I do.
David,
Thank you, but it didn't even merit "best of" with me. It has some nice lines and not a whole lot of premise.
Sue,
Thanks and I'm going to have to follow the whole thing through, real soon.
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