Smoke Show

"Drip, Drip, Drip, the sound of a leaky pipe nearby ringing in my head as this Irish prick tries his hand at interrogation. It has been a very long day and my favorite part isn’t when an ugly, fat, mass of meat punches me and mumbles an incoherent question. Now I’m a pretty big guy, 6’ 2” 220 lbs, but this man makes my muscle feel like twigs before the pure strength of his blubbering fat. I can’t make out what he’s saying as I feel the blood flooding my ears. Drip, Drip, Drip, my skin crawls each time I hear a drip. It doesn’t help he talks as if mustering up the energy to move his mouth is too great a task. Before I finish my thought, his fat fist rams into my chest. Oxygen leaving my lungs quicker than his mother chasing an ice cream truck. I was between two painful breathes as he walked in. I was quickly dropped onto my knees in front of the man."

- May 2023