October 26th, 2020

I bought a gun from James and took it out to try a few shots to get used to it. I hit the cans and bottles pretty good… I have shot firearms before of friends, just not a handgun. It is an old thing, with friction tape on the handle that seems to hold on the faded pistol grips. James called it a Detective Special, whatever that means… I think it’s because it’s a favourite of detectives back in the day. It’s .38 calibre and a Smith and Weston brand. The serial number has been filed off so I hope it’s never been used in a murder before. It’d be a shame to be blamed for other murders on top of the ones I was going to commit… I’m going to jail a lot more then I’d like if I get caught already.

I plan on catching the fuckers by surprise, kinda like they caught my family… BANG… BANG… BANG. That’ll put an end to them… It’s sad to me that the law couldn’t help, but hey, Jesus even predicted that they’d need extra attention. I’ll plan later today and see what I can come up with. I may just show up and hope they are around… First I’ll find where the fuckers live and then get to them. They will not get away with it for much longer.

I feel justified now. I’ve waited for weeks for the cops to do something and they have had to let them go three times now I think. Once they even got into a fight with me and said they killed old people and the cops couldn’t pin it on them… Oh well I will… BANG… BANG… BANG. They shall haunt me no more one day… I’ll even deal with their ghosts… Those stupid fuckers.

Published by Robert LT Jonasson

I have one novel being edited, 5 more flushed out, 56 short stories, and 530 poems. Please take the time to explore jonassonenigmaticnirvana.com and get to know me through my writing.

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