Grandaddy’s Gun
I guess it’s a little weird, but the boys my age kinda like it. #Snuff I had to go out, to get a signal, and finally hit send on my phone. “9-11, what’s your emergency?” “Yeah, uhm.” Where do I start? “This’s Netty, Annette Moran, and I just killed a bunch of guys, but they’re bad guys, and did they just rob a bank’re somethin?” I hadn’t heard about that yet. “Slow down, Netty is it?” The lady said. I could tell she was a lady from the sound of her voice. “Uh huh? There’s this lady here, you better talk to her.” I waved her up the stairs, “Come on up.” I held out the phone, “She wants to talk to you.” She was naked, and her makeup ran down her face was crying, …