I Don't Know
Val Griffiths

Seriously, it's not the worst idea in the world. Why don't cha?

What? No! I was fricking kidding man! It was a joke! Je-sus! What you gotta go and be so literal all the time for?

Well, it doesn't have to be. It doesn't have to be just a joke you know kid? You could do it. I'd help. He's a mean, wife-beating son-of-a-bitch. Fucker deserves to die.

Don't be ridiculous man! Anyway, he'd kill us if he found out.

Who says he's gotta to find out? Remember that show we saw one time on the History Channel? The one about those women who offed their loser husbands. Remember? Man that was a good show!

I was frickin' kidding man! Jeez, have you lost it? Has this crazy frigging heat finally pushed you over the edge?

I don't think you were. Not entirely anyway. Am I right? I'm right, aren't I?

You're forgetting one thing. Those women on that show - where are they all now? I'll tell you where genius: they're all either dead – executed mind you – or in prison!

Maybe kid. But now it's you, I think, who are forgetting something.

Oh really? And what's that?

You're already in prison. And pretty soon, if you stay, you'll be dead too. You tell me, what's the difference? Huh? Huh? I'll tell ya. The difference is you'll finally be rid of the bastard!

Jesus Christ, it's hot in here!

Yes it is. Don't change the subject.

I wouldn't know where to begin.

What's that sweet cheeks?

What are you playing deaf for? You heard me. Christ, you're in my head 24/7! It's not as if you don't hear every word. Stop being an asshole! I wouldn't know where to begin. You know how strong he is. We couldn't take him. You know that.

And that's why we're going to drug him first, right? We dope him up and shoot the motherfucker. Blam!

It'll never work.

Sure it will. We provoke him a little. Take a last beating for posterity; make it look good for the cops. It's not as if they don't know us already. Hell, they'd pat us on the frigging back!

I don't know.

C'mon man!

Friday'd be best.

Bingo! That's my girl!

He'll be drunk for sure. We could slip a few Valium in his glass, wait till it kicks in…make him come at us…

Now you're talking!

Oh my God. We're really going to do this?

Fucking A!

I don't know…


First published: Aug, 2008
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