Friday Night Drabble Party!
Another Friday! Another Drabble! Another Party!
It’s gonna get crazy in here!
Well, maybe not crazy, but cooky. Okay, okay, maybe not cooky, but a little whacky. Alright, not so much whacky as I need a nap.
But seriously not serious, welcome back to the Drabble Party. Let’s just dive right into the drabble, shall we? And afterwards, while you smoke your post-literary coital cigarette, maybe browse the website a bit. Check out the novels, the short stuffs, the whatevers. Feel free to kick back and hang.
“You think threatening me with violence will work?” Mr. Mason asked.
“I’m not threatening you with violence,” I said. “I’m threatening to destroy your life. I will insinuate myself in ever single detail of your existence and piss all over it. By the time I am done with you, you’ll willing place a gun in your own mouth and pull the trigger.”
“Do you have any idea the resources I command?” Mr. Mason asked.
“I do,” I said. “And I don’t care. Fourteen hours to make things right.”
“How?” he shouted.
I just shrugged and walked out of the room.
Disclaimer: I be chillin’, yo.