paramilitary

You can__ get the blood out.

I don__ know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I__ a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

Her voice was small and distant, like she__ already left the room.

During our time together in this place Holly didn__ outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn____ow do women like to put it? She wasn__ emotionally available to me.

__an__ you see what they are?_ I said. __hey__e all dead._

The people inside the gym didn__ stand a dead drunk__ chance.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

I felt a lunatic__ laugh welling up inside me.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll__ eyes.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable__ike dirty runoff down a storm drain.

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

__ighth one this week,_ he said.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.