No Mean City.
Billy Fullerton stumbled ut of the bar at closing time, singing away to himself the tune of his gang, the Bridgton Billy Boys. It was his intention to go home, pass out in a drunken coma, to wake up the next morning with a murderous hangover.
His luck could not have been worse.
Around the corner, at that precise moment came seven members of the gang, the Tim Malloys, who were equally drunk. "Shut it, Billy ya Orange bastard!" screamed one, whilst another pulled a razor from his pocket. "Alright lads, nae messin'"came the reply, to be quickly stopped in his tracks by the response "Too fuckin' right" and with that a razor went searing through the jugular vein of Billy Fullerton. His killer being covered in the blood of his rival.
"Fuck sake Mick, what've ye done." his comrade said, looking up at him."There will be hell to pay now. "This means fucking war."
The killer, wiping his face, looked up and smilled.
Billy Fullerton stumbled ut of the bar at closing time, singing away to himself the tune of his gang, the Bridgton Billy Boys. It was his intention to go home, pass out in a drunken coma, to wake up the next morning with a murderous hangover.
His luck could not have been worse.
Around the corner, at that precise moment came seven members of the gang, the Tim Malloys, who were equally drunk. "Shut it, Billy ya Orange bastard!" screamed one, whilst another pulled a razor from his pocket. "Alright lads, nae messin'"came the reply, to be quickly stopped in his tracks by the response "Too fuckin' right" and with that a razor went searing through the jugular vein of Billy Fullerton. His killer being covered in the blood of his rival.
"Fuck sake Mick, what've ye done." his comrade said, looking up at him."There will be hell to pay now. "This means fucking war."
The killer, wiping his face, looked up and smilled.