You know Luke Dust, your loan shark well. You grew up with him. Class mates grades 2-7. You saw him gouge another boy's eye out for unpaid debts. You know at 15 he went to juvie jail for burning his grand dad's house down for non-payment. Luke Dust don't fuck around and you owe him enough to at least get something broken, if not severed. So you get your old handgun and head over there. Luke lives alone. No one can stand him. Even pets jump the fence and flee into the unkind city. You knock at the door. Luke assumes you are here to pay. Why the fuck else would you dare show your face here? He is all old friends, good times and friendly. Now. You go inside. He even gives you one of those cheap Uglavarian imported beers. Gross but it works. At 30 cents a can, the cheapest buzz available. Luke must be lonely. He seems in no hurry to settle the money business now that he is confidant you shall pay up before you go. You go to the restroom. While in there you get the gun out and action it back. Luke is tipping up a beer when you come back out, getting every drop of back wash from that nasty brew. When he lowers the can he sees the gun. The look in his eyes is surprised and then resigned. Like he knew this would happen to him some day. You empty the clip and flee the scene. You learn a little under two weeks later that smell complaints from neighbors revealed the murdered body of Luke Dust. He was such a dick that the cops never been bothered investigating.