A singularly Munich opportunity
One mention of a free hit lured.
A doll faced dope sick junkie down an ally and behind a dumpster. There he proceeded to get high with the stranger and then expressed his gratitude.
"Your a lifesaver kind sir. I needed that fix. I wasn’t far from experiencing the systems of withdrawal" Jesus said.
Then immediately after offered to jerk the man off (under his breath) for twenty bucks. The gentlemen handed over a twenty. And after a few minutes of casual chit chat had passed mentioned he had just flown in from Munich.
"Boy are my arms tired" exclaimed Jesus the junkie. While jerking off the Germans schwanz with both hands. Just then another twenty dollar bill was tossed his way. And Jesus put his mouth to work. Vigorously blowing the guy.
"Open your eyes Jesus. Peek-a-boo! Let me get a good look at you?" said the jerry.
"Can you not see? What I cannot see for myself. Will you share your perspective with me?" Jesus inquired still juggling the Germans balls in his mouth. Which inspired the jerry to spontaneously wax poetic. In very good English to man’s credit.
"Like a hooker counting money. Done with staring up you’ll see. Choking down their distaste for me and all my ancestry"
"Das ist gut German. Have I got a joke for you"
Jesus replied in a amusingly accurate accent to the Jerry’s surprise.
"How are German children taught to tie their shoes?”
The German shrugged as if to say I have no clue.
"In little nazi’s!"
A juiced up Jesus the junkie exclaimed. The Jerry chuckled, finished on Jesus’s face and pulled up his pants. Offered the junkie a bottle of water he had spiked with some medication. That should react badly with the drugs already in his system. And watched him drink it. Jesus’s body would be found unresponsive on a street in San Francisco‘s tenderloin not long after. From an apparent overdose. After the coroner‘s autopsy those suspicions would be confirmed. San Francisco homcide detectives remaining none the wiser. Of the assassin working in their neighborhood.
To be continued
Deceit
He took me in
He let me grow,
He helped me
He cared.
He taught me how to fly
He smiled at every achievement.
He gave me grace when no one else would.
He made sure I was happy.
He took my broken pieces,
and he fixed me.
He sewed my heart together
He kept me from falling apart.
He told me what was best
He made sure I understood.
He fed me lies
truths.
His name was Deceit
He told them I was misled.
He twisted my sister
He lied to my brothers.
He sent me away
He said it was for the best.
He ordered me not to return
He told me never to speak to him again.
He told them I was gone.
I was dead.
He recounted an accident.
I had taken a great fall.
I found him again.
I asked
I wanted to know.
"Why did you abandon me?"
His response.
Chilling.
everything undone.
Death would come soon.
"I got everything
I wanted out of you,
I have no use for you.
You only cost me.
You can't sustain me,
You are dead."