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Killer, Duck, and The Boys
Originally appeared in Thuglit Issue#5 2013
Four tweakers, one roll of duct tape, one .44 caliber pistol, one rusty hunting knife, two cheap head knife unreliable switch blades and four ski masks do not a good heist plan make.
~Urban Proverb
The plan happened after Rip, Jimmy and the Flore brothers got themselves four fat bags of dope and spent the last of their money. Jittering and sweating they paced in the one room flop they shared, trying to come up with ideas.
“I know, I know why don’t we roll some hookers?”
Jimmy was into his idea, he loved hookers.
“Shut the fuck up man, you wouldn’t roll a hooker if she paid you.”
The brothers cackled in unison, they did damn near everything in unison or at least it seemed that way to Rip. It was worse when they were high.
“Shut up. Fuck you guys.”
Jimmy stomped out of the room and into the hall, presumably down to the battered old soda machine.
Rip stood on his toes, frowning.
“I can’t think, let’s go.”
The four of them piled into Rip’s battered old Bronco and drove aimlessly, arguing about where to get more cash until they came up to Big Bob’s. The strip club wasn’t called Big…
