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— Anything Goes —I Dream of the End O' Erik Taylor
I often dream of someone sitting across the street from Erik T's house, getting him in the crosshair- taking aim, & BOOM!
End O' Erik!
but it's just a dream #175 — Comments (4) — 11/24/2009 at 3:37 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (1)
I shot and killed a guy who yanked me out of my truck in an attempted car jacking. At the insistance of my husband I had been carrying a gun for a while. I had even gone and gotten my concealed carry permit.
When that guy pulled me outta my truck I pulled my Sig Sauer .40 Equinox and put two in his chest. You know, if I had stopped there, I could probably still sleep all night like I used to. Instead, I put two more in his chest before he fell to his knees. When he was on his knees I put a round through his head. When he fell face down on the pavement I emptied the magazine into his back.
The guy was carrying a Jennings 9mm with two rounds in the magazine and he had not even chambered a round.
I screamed and shrieked while I killed him with every round. I knew he was done after the first two rounds. The other eight rounds was just me being a bitch! I enjoyed the fuck out of squeezing round after round after round into this son of a bitch when I did it. I sure as hell have not enjoyed having to live with it. In fact, I really can't live with it and all of the booze, drugs (which I had never done before but do plenty now) and fucking around on my husband has not made it any easier.
But don't worry, it's just a dream