#life Goes On The wind rises in the clearing in the woods. A man on his knees is begging for his #life. Frankie stands there holding a Colt 1911 up against the mans forehead. I've heard every excuse before, "I have family" or "I'll give you anything" it's amazing how low people sink when they think they have something worth living for. I say fuck it, were born to die, if I had a wife and I died shed already be bouncing on some one else's cock, #life goes on. "Jim, look I can do whatever you need me to do please, is there not a place in your heart that can forgive me?", pleads the man, shaking his clasped hands at me. "It's not me who's mad at you Rick so unfortunately your apologies are nothing to me, my employer is the one who's upset with you. I mean come on, you robbed one of his Poker games and your surprised this happens??? You were given a chance to pay up but no, you try and fuck him even more in the asshole", I explain. He dramatically rolls to the floor weeping. "Frankie get this over with will you it's cold out here." Frankie looks at me with an uncomfortable look on his face. I look on at him encouraging him to pull the trigger. The gunshot rolls through the woods, a second one follows, everything is calm again. I walk to the car and throw Frankie some gasoline. "Once you've cooked him up I could go for a steak, so hurry up."