Gerald R. Strickland crouched behind his door, shotgun in hand. Yesterday
morning somebody had stolen his newspaper for the eighth time, and he was
sick of it. He had vowed that morning to catch whomever the little ass
that kept high jacking his paper. Which was why he was out here now. The
paper had only been delivered a few minutes ago and everything was set.
Suddenly Strickland heard the sound of foot hitting pavement. Glancing
over the edge of the front window, Strickland could see a young man.
(obviously a slacker) The kid muttered to himself then turned and headed
for his way. Strickland ducked back down and grinned. The little worm had
returned just as Strickland had predicted he would! Strickland heard the
rustling of newspaper as the little punk had the gall to not only take
his paper but read it on his porch as well!
Standing up and walking through the door, Strickland walked up behind the
slimebag, cocked his rifle and jammed it into the back of the little
thief's head, "Drop It!" He growled. The punk tossed the paper to the
lawn, raised his hands and turned around to face him "So..." Strickland
muttered "Your the little sonuva***** who's been stealing my newspapers"
The kid's eyes turned as big as saucers and a look of terror crossed his
face Strickland realized he was probably a druggie " Mr.
Strickland!...Mister Strickland It's...It's...It's me sir!" Yelled the
kid as he stood up, "It's Marty!"
Strickland thrust the gun barrel towards the punk's chest "who?!?"
"MartyMcfly!,MartyMcfly! Don't you know me sir from school sir?!"
"I've never seen you before in my life" Strickland grunted "but you look
to me like a slacker!" "Yeah, that's right!" The kid nodded in agreement
"that's right, I am a slacker don't you remember you gave me detention
last week!"
Yup this kid was a druggie all right. "Last week?" He muttered the school
burned down six years ago, Now you got exactly three seconds to get off
my porch with your nuts intact!"
Strickland lowered the rifle a bit, aimed the barrel towards the kid's
crotch and began to count "One..."
"No please, Mister Strickland!" Screamed the punk "I just want to know
what the **** is going on here!"
Strickland ignored him "Two..." the kid screamed again and began to cover
his nuts when there was a squeal of tires---Strickland whipped his head
around just in time to see a carload of hoodlums drive up, all of them
holding assorted guns, "Hhheeeyyy Stricklannnnd! The driver taunted as
the load of miscreants raised their firearms and began shooting away as
the passed by!
Strickland spun around and dove back into his house headfirst as bullets whizzed inches above his head. Strickland jumped to his feet and raced back outside-nearly colliding with his newspaper bandit, aimed and returned fire with a couple shots of his own. BLAM! BLAM! , "Eat lead SLACKERS!" Strickland yelled in anger as he began to chase his would be killers down.
morning somebody had stolen his newspaper for the eighth time, and he was
sick of it. He had vowed that morning to catch whomever the little ass
that kept high jacking his paper. Which was why he was out here now. The
paper had only been delivered a few minutes ago and everything was set.
Suddenly Strickland heard the sound of foot hitting pavement. Glancing
over the edge of the front window, Strickland could see a young man.
(obviously a slacker) The kid muttered to himself then turned and headed
for his way. Strickland ducked back down and grinned. The little worm had
returned just as Strickland had predicted he would! Strickland heard the
rustling of newspaper as the little punk had the gall to not only take
his paper but read it on his porch as well!
Standing up and walking through the door, Strickland walked up behind the
slimebag, cocked his rifle and jammed it into the back of the little
thief's head, "Drop It!" He growled. The punk tossed the paper to the
lawn, raised his hands and turned around to face him "So..." Strickland
muttered "Your the little sonuva***** who's been stealing my newspapers"
The kid's eyes turned as big as saucers and a look of terror crossed his
face Strickland realized he was probably a druggie " Mr.
Strickland!...Mister Strickland It's...It's...It's me sir!" Yelled the
kid as he stood up, "It's Marty!"
Strickland thrust the gun barrel towards the punk's chest "who?!?"
"MartyMcfly!,MartyMcfly! Don't you know me sir from school sir?!"
"I've never seen you before in my life" Strickland grunted "but you look
to me like a slacker!" "Yeah, that's right!" The kid nodded in agreement
"that's right, I am a slacker don't you remember you gave me detention
last week!"
Yup this kid was a druggie all right. "Last week?" He muttered the school
burned down six years ago, Now you got exactly three seconds to get off
my porch with your nuts intact!"
Strickland lowered the rifle a bit, aimed the barrel towards the kid's
crotch and began to count "One..."
"No please, Mister Strickland!" Screamed the punk "I just want to know
what the **** is going on here!"
Strickland ignored him "Two..." the kid screamed again and began to cover
his nuts when there was a squeal of tires---Strickland whipped his head
around just in time to see a carload of hoodlums drive up, all of them
holding assorted guns, "Hhheeeyyy Stricklannnnd! The driver taunted as
the load of miscreants raised their firearms and began shooting away as
the passed by!
Strickland spun around and dove back into his house headfirst as bullets whizzed inches above his head. Strickland jumped to his feet and raced back outside-nearly colliding with his newspaper bandit, aimed and returned fire with a couple shots of his own. BLAM! BLAM! , "Eat lead SLACKERS!" Strickland yelled in anger as he began to chase his would be killers down.
