Safari Night
The Hotel I live in had “Safari Night” tonight. Several out of town
guests managed to show up and suck down the free drinks, goat
cheese and snack doodles. Finger foods and liquor. What a nice combo.
There were bon fires on the mezzanine in metal garbage cans. The management really went all out on this. The works. For a flea bag motel they did what they could and everyone looked as if they were having just a great old time.
I’m a bit reticent at parties.
Shy, you know?
So, to get into the mood, I took out my Benelli 12 gauge shotgun
and began shooting every cocksucker in sight. First I picked off
the hotel manager’s fat assed mother.
‘THWACK’
Her head exploded like a ripe casaba melon.
Very exciting.
The brains sprayed red all over the textured white walls and she dropped like clothes being dumped from laundry basket.
All eyes turned to me in what looked like horror and amazement.
I just loved it.
Slowly, and deliberately I took aim at the manager’s father. I
shot out his right kneecap. His body fell against his cane and he
collapsed to the floor, crushing his pointy paper hat flat against his
face.
Oh joy.
I know that no one thought that anyone would actually begin
shooting people and so it was a nice surprise watching everyone
scramble as it began to register that yes, I was actually killing
people and for no apparent reason and I was doing it slowly and
with a smile on my face.
Great fun.
Amidst the screaming and running around, I began shooting the smaller, faster targets. A couple of nigger baby children huddled against the wall together screaming and crying. One shot went through both them little fuckers.
P O W
In twenty minutes there was not another living soul in the hotel
drawing a breath. And I was ready for bed.
Safari Night was good, clean, family fun.
In my room, I’m waiting for noise to disturb my sleep. There isn’t
none. The silence is good.
Soon the silence will lull me to sleep.
