OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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Goodbye, Pedro.
Originally posted May 18, 2005
I do not like to sit in police cars, yet I find myself in them from
time to time. It's like root canal work, except that you don't
know how long the unpleasantness is going to last. Might be
minutes, might be years. Ho ho! How's that grab you? You
think you're just out for a night on the town, then WHAM! You
have been "taken into the system". No more fun for you,
Bubba.
Pedro and I had been drinking in a shithole dive not too far
from my place. He had been drinking heavily, and losing at
pool. He was down $100 dollars, and his mood was getting
grimmer and grimmer.
While attempting a shot, he drew the cue back and the butt of it
struck some yahoo sitting at the bar. The yahoo was a muscular
guy, going to fat. You've seen the type. He turned around, and
said, "You want to watch where you put that, you dumb spic."
Pedro looked at him, with a sickly sort of feral grin on his face.
The yahoo apparently mistook this for fear. I was halfway off
my stool when the fat guy laughed, and said, "Aw, is the little
spic gonna piss himself?"
There was a flash of metal, and a slapping sound, and a small
object flew off the man's head and landed on the floor at my
feet. It looked like...it was. It was the better part of the fat
man's right ear.
Blood was all over the bar, and some lady was screaming, as if
she thought this crazy Mexican was going to butcher us all.
or kill me