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Essay: "Too Close for Comfort"A Very Intense Momentby Chantell Price In a fluent series of motions, I opened the door, then gripped the glock, then placed a foot in the small of the street worker's back- I gave her a swift kick- pushed forward, then twisted and snatched the door open with my left hand.
"You ain't getting away mothafucka!" I heard the old man shout, followed by the sound of a pump shotgun, being jacked. A shotgun? Bloody screamin' all the way to hell! I gave the glock's trigger three rapid tugs as I dashed out the door- the gun clicked three times! What the fuck...? The shotgun boomed from the doorway and I dove to the left expecting Odie- the one who put Tommyboy to work. I came to my feet just as low profile tires attacked asphalt, kicking the vette away from the curve... and down the street.... I hate to leave you guys, but writing space and time demands it be so! And since I'm writing this, you all have the obvious knowledge of how some of it ended, right? Then good, my job is done! And take me extremely seriously: that experience was too bloody close for comfort!!! Until next time- drink life savagely and die with a smile! -Chantell Price |