"Heard there was an assassin on me, some wise guy outta Jersey. What's some Jersey boy gonna do to me? Huh!" The fatty said, what an idiot, such a big shot. "You're right boss" I reply, and yea. He was. There was an assassin on him, but from his own boss, not some rival gang, he wasn't that important. Guy was a real nuisance. Total pain in the neck. "What a joke." He said, turning. "A hell of a joke." I say, as the stiletto blade flicks into place. He never heard the punch line though, they never do.






Finally, I can get back to some Noir. I just haven't had any motivation, I actually started out to do another old west thing, but it started to become this around the vest and I just rolled with it!