Friday Night Drabble Party!
Yay for Friday! Or as I like to call it “One Day Closer To Death So Let’s Go Rob A Bank” day!
I kid. Unless you happen to know of a team of criminals looking to apprentice a broke writer. I don’t have much experience, but damn if I don’t have enthusiasm! LET’S GO ROB A BANK!
Okay, okay, enough with the funny stuff. Time to get serious. And by serious I mean GIANT MUTANT DINOSAURS AND CANNIBAL CAVEMEN!
Mega 4: Behemoth Island is available for your ebook pleasure!
And now for our regularly scheduled drabble!
My total amount of giving a shit is equal to the exact amount of I don’t give a fuck. It’s really that simple.
“You make excuses, Blane,” I say. “You make excuses and then you hide behind them. You’re like a fucking terrorist that uses children as human shields.”
I don’t really think Blane’s a terrorist. I also don’t blame him for making excuses. If I was getting the holy shit beat out of me, I’d make excuses too.
I wipe the snot and blood from his face with his own sleeve.
“Now, where is the cash, bitch?” I snarl.
Disclaimer: Seriously, I’d make a great getaway driver or bag man. Send me a PM, DM, or IM. No BMs, though.