Monday, November 19, 2012

shine a light… or don't even bother with that sort of crap

one of the first pieces of swag the bastard got from being the art director of helping people sell bullets seven times a year was a surefire flashlight.

it is 1000 candlepower I believe.

I was lead to believe that is is capable of throwing bright light for over 400 yards.

as a side note, it is also serrated at the bell so you can crack miscreants in the skull if you need to.

tonight, this flashlight helped the bastard come to a conclusion.

a 1000 candle power flashlight that purportedly casts 400 yards of bright light shining from six floors up down on two drunk fat men smoking…

and yelling…

and hugging…

from having that moment of clarity that they need to shut the fuck up and move on from caterwauling in an alley underneath my apartment.

go…

die…

please…

now…

not later…

—the bastard



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