Someone sets you up
You get really drunk that night and you go home with a pretty little latino girl named 34. You marvel and savor the taste of the pussys of all the races you can. Anyway meanwhile Bucky McNickel returns to the bar the next night and demands to know who kicked his ass. His tough but black and blue buddys are with him. The bar tender tells him your name and your address. He thinks the whole thing is funny. After the tough guys depart the regulars at the bar you hang out at start placing bets on if Bucky's crew kill you or not. You ditched 34 late that morning at the mall. You showered and got dressed with her and she wanted to go shopping with you. You got bored after a couple hours of mainly her in the dressing room trying on sexy outfits. You just wandered off and drove home leaving her to shop. She noticed you where gone an hour later. You spend the rest of the day filing your tax return, doing housework, fixing a supper for one of beef stew and water radishes you uncle sent to you from Lake Crump. You have a few beers after that and relax watching T V. Over the course of the evening you drink eight beers. Around midnight you are getting sleepy and decide to turn in. Just as you are getting up to turn the T V off your front door is kicked hard, and then kicked again. It flies open and Bucky and three of his friends rush in with baseball bats. You normally keep your big .45 handgun on the couch beside you like a faithful pit bull on evenings spent alone around the T V. you pick up the gun. You blast Bucky in the face point blank. Before his friends can turn and run you empty the clip at them. They are standing squeezed together in a small space, you can't miss. They are all dead now. You calmly call the cops. You are arrested and taken down town. After eight hours of questioning you are set free. You are found innocent at the trial, self defense the verdict reads.
