Sunday, October 12th, 2008
Issue: 95   Editor: NYX2000


Cleaning house DezialBrown
Nevada's lovely around this time of year.

I know this because I'm holed up on a stinking cattle ranch making good my alibi. All I can smell is cow shit so the windows are bunged up tight and my good friend who's putting me up, well his daughter's perfume helps distract me from the cows.

I shot a man a few nights ago and this safe-house out in the sticks was already waiting for me. Why'd I shoot him? When a man calls you a donkey, you call him a jerk. When he calls you a donkey again, you punch him in the mouth, and if he still says it, you better shop around for a saddle. But when you know someone's banging your woman, you just out and out shoot the rat in the face because if you don't, you're going to be everybody's bitch just like your woman.

Now there was the small logistical problem of teaching her a lesson too. But when you're driving past letting loose with a Thompson, the fact she's holding his hand at the time makes it night on impossible to spare her a little leaden justice. So I killed the pair of them. There we go. Its out.

So I'm going to be keeping my head down for a while and let the dust settle and enjoy these.. Nevada hospitality.

Until next time,

Dezial Brown