It was like most nights,at the bar,ordering beer after beer,wishing something interesting would happen."Johnny let me get a refill,put it on my tab." That was when i noticed the most beautiful thing i had ever seen,a women,blond hair, blue eyes, dimples,nice figure,perfect teeth and lips,it was my dream girl. "Hey can i get some wine over here?" her voice was so prefect,"Its on me,have as many as you like."I say to Johnny and the lady.

"Thanks,I'm Marissa ,Whats you name?"

"Koolaidmann."

"Koolaidmann?" she asks smiling.

"What you think its funny?"

"No,No,sorry to be disrespectful,i Like your name."

"And you have  Beautiful name as well,Come join me?" I say beckoning her over.

"Thank you." Marissa said grabbing her drink and walking over.

We talked for hours and hours,we ordered drink after drink,and then,i finally got her back to my place.

Kissing me she started to take off her shirt.

"Woah Woah there,a bit fast?" I ask her while she is unbuttoning my shirt.

"No,I want you!" she through herself on top of me,still removing clothing,after hours of great sex,we finally fall asleep.

I wake up to the noises of drawers slamming shut and doors flinging open.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Ohh,you startled me,i was just,looking for my purse."

"Here it is." I say handing it to her,gun on my hand,under my pillow.

"I have to go now I-"
"NO! You aren't going anywhere!" I grab her by her coat and it flies off,i then see the .22 she had strapped to a hlster hanging on her panties.

She pulled it out aiming it at my head.

"Why?" I ask her.

"Its what I do,im a prostitute,i find rich gangsters to sleep with then steal their money."

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" I shout.

I then pulled out the gun from my pillow and aim it at her.

"Its too bad,i really liked you,but i got 200 G's saying otherwise."She says pulling out my drug money suitcase containing 200k Dollars cash.

"BITCH!" I stand up ready to smack the shit out of that stupid whore,when then,there it was...

POP POP POP POP

Four times she shot me,i didnt feel like going to the hospital so i just called a friend,VanizOne.

"VanizOne come get me,i was just shot four times and the police and ambulence are on their way,im in my apartment."

"Ill be right there."

VanizOne got to my apartment before the police and took me to the family HQ,where i was stitched up,Two days later I was up and walking again.

"We've got to find her." I told VanizOne

We went driving into all the local bars we can think of then i thought..."Loui's pub,shes gotta be there,thats where the richest of the rich hang out.We drove there and got out of the car,rushing into the bar with two tommy guns I tell VanizOne i am going to check the bathrooms for her and that he needed to check all the booths.

I was walking through the bathroom,kicking in all the stalls,gun in hand.When i heard it.

POP POP POP POP

Another four bullets fired,i run out of the bathroom to find VanizOne laying on the ground,dead,a note was on his chest reading:

"You should have let it go,not you get o lose a friend,leave it be,or ill kill your whole fucking family.

~Marissa

That fucking bitch,I heard the police sirens and I had to go.

I am back in my apartment. Thinking of al the good times VanizOne and i had.I remembered him backing me up when i first got on the islands,some members of Sidious tried beating ,me up in the alley outside the bar,and VanizOne taught them a lessong with a crowbar,ever since then,we were tight.

I pull out my pistol,write a note to the Don that reads : Don William,I have a had a rough night,and i dont want to take anything out on the family,doing something stupid i dont want to do,take care of my Wife and Son for me.

~Koolaidmann

I put the gun to my forehead,close my eyes,say my last prayers,and squeeze the trigger.

BOOM

Um...a good read...but I must ask before I say anything if you will take some constructive criticism.

go ahead,i know it isn't that good...give me all you've got.

Raises her hand.

Did you miss when you pulled the trigger? You seem to be... not dead

Also, VanizOne is alive. He is right over there...

points

Hm...I was thinking the same thing, boss. I mean, these stories (if written about yourself) are supposed to be the challenges you go through. Unless your about to commit suicide, don't write your death story. And, for your sake and theirs, don't kill off your friends.

1st off,i just write to write,it doesnt have to be true.and 2ndly my friend likes when i put him in my stories.

If you want to write fiction, you probably should be in a publishing house and not the mafia.

...I was writing for the kings street cred contest,he said stories,he didnt say anything about stories that really happened...

nice story

If you liked this one,check out the Stranger stories,theres 3 of them,or just read the stranger series with ll three put together...its probably on the second page of the forums though....