“That got me a gun in my mouth,” I said.
“Gun in your mouth?”
“Yeah,” I said putting my finger in my mouth, up against the roof. “Like this. You know. Gun in your mouth?” I said with a smirk. “What? Like you don’t know what a gun in the mouth is?”
He stared. “What a piece of shit.”
“Yeah, well he didn’t feel like going to prison. You know, prison? These guys don’t like to go. They aren’t going to prision so there is no question in a situation like this. They don’t want me saying anything so it’s explained to me pretty clearly that the whole back of my head will come off.”
He shook his head.
“Yeah, whatever,” I said. “You’ve had a life yourself so don’t look at me about it. I am not the. Am I? No, I’m not.”
Mars Mercury… gun in mouth.