Chapter I
‘’These bread sticks are to die for!’’ mumbled Sonya with a mouth full of bread.‘’Why the fuck would you ever need to die for a fucking bread stick woman! ‘’‘’Your some stupid ass bitch’’ said Tracey who had taken on an extra shift serving at the Olive Garden and was getting fed up of all the ‘Fat ass hoes’ that were coming into his restaurant and chatting shit.
‘’You can’t talk to her like that!’’ said Gary, loud enough for Sonya to hear but hoping it would go undetected by Tracey.
‘’I can talk to her however the fuck I want, the only reason she’d try to squeeze her big fat ass out from that table would be if the next table over left a scrap of food she thought she could savage’’.
‘’I am warning you! I will not have you talking to my girlfriend like that’’ Said Gary, removing his glasses and placing them on the table in front of him.
Sonya opened her mouth about to speak but was distracted when she saw another waiter walk by with a desert.She quickly snatched up the desert menu that had been placed on her table and started to drool over the desert she imagined she’d be eating later on in the night.
‘’Right you fucking vermin, are you going to order something or do you plan on just feasting off the free bread sticks all night?’’ asked Tracey reaching into his pocket, he knew that depending on the couples answer he was going one of two places; to the kitchen to process the order or to jail for double murder.
‘’Give us a min..’’ Gary started but was shot dead before he could finish.
‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhh!’’ Screamed Sonya who was franticly struggling to escape from the table she had only just managed to squeeze into.
Tracey began to walk away; to the shock of everyone in the restaurant but was stopped by another customer, he grabbed the gun off Tracey walked over to the table where Sonya was still screaming and calmly said ‘’Shut the fuck up’’ before blowing her brains out.
Normality was restored after the customer sat down and the restaurant continued to go on as if nothing had happened.Tracey went for a shit and to wash his hands.He walked into the toilet and a black man that was standing idly in the corner of the room immediately caught his attention.In all his years of working at the olive garden Tracey had never used the toilets there, he was a custom to using the disabled toilets as they are often superior in quality but was disgusted to find someone had left a naked baby and a shitty nappy on the changing board. ‘’For fucks sake!’’ he shouted to himself.Completely forgetting how much he needed a shit he decided it was his responsibility to flush the baby and its shitty nappy down the toilet and so did just that.He walked over to the sink and the black man that had caught Tracey’s eye earlier was still stood there gormless as ever.‘’I don’t know what to do, do I wash my hands or do you do it for me?’’ said Tracey who was genuinely confused as to why this black man was loitering the men’s toilets.
‘’What the fuck, you think your fucking funny, just ‘cos am a nigger I got to be some kind of slave for you white people is that it?’’
Tracey had heard enough and did not want to get into an argument with someone who was clearly familiar with ‘the hood’ so he shot the black bastard right in the face.
He stood over the man’s dead body, remembering how he really needed a shit and thinking whether or not he should be so disgusting as to do it on the man when a black boy who couldn’t of been more than 4 years of age, came out of the toilet cubicle.
‘’Dad?’’ said the boy slowly approaching.
‘’Oh Fuck’’ thought Tracey pulling out his gun once again and putting it in the young boys face.
‘’Nothing personal, yeah?’’ said Tracey who seemed surprised at the boy who was nearly knee deep in his own tears.
Tracey pushed the gun deeper into the boys face and pulled the trigger....’’FUCK!’’ shouted Tracey; he was all out of bullets, he knew the boy didn’t possible deserve to be murdered but he’d started now so he might as well finish, he took the gun out of the boys face and put it back in his pocket.He then wrapped one hand tightly round the boy’s throat, put the other over his face and repeatedly smashed his skull against the brick wall until he was sure the boy was dead.
Tracey left the toilet and shouted to a co-worker ‘’Dave I’m going home, got a bit of a headache I’ll make my hours up tomorrow’’
Chapter II
Tracey had just ‘shooted up’ and was skipping down the road, gun in hand and not a care in the world when he bumped into Linda his new next door neighbour.‘’LINDAARRRRRRRR what you doing here you crazy bitch’’ shouted Tracey as if Linda was 3 miles away.Linda grabbed ever so tightly onto her bag and began scurrying down the road as if she had just been approached by a crazy junky wielding a fire arm...‘’There’s too many of them AHHHHHHHHHHHH leave me alone!!!’’ Tracey started screaming, when his trip took a sudden turn for the worse and he started to hallucinate that he was being slapped by midgets wielding shoe boxes.He crawled up into a ball and rolled into the road, or what he thought was under a giant couch and then was the cause of a twenty four car pileup which resulted in thirty deaths and nine injured.Tracey suffered from a big ass bruise on his left foot which took nearly2 weeks to go away but suffered no other injuries.
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