"Where does it stop?"
It stops when it ends...
It ends cold and hard. You, face down in a gutter, with a CI Mistakes Cohiba clenched between your teeth. The rain beats down on you like icy daggers in the deep black darkness of the night, piercing you to the bone. The noise of the cars on the nearby expressway drown out even your most inner thoughts of redemption. The din of humming engines and splashing tires is only interrupted by the piercing howl of a hungry mongrel dog searching for food in the night. You lie there, sucking on that cigar like it was your mamma's tit, gasping your last breaths, thinking "Fuck I really should have bought that platinum membership upgrade..." You slip slowly into unconsciousness and then death, your last sight being the vision of Trish and her henchman SvenR with his tobacco stained grin standing over you taunting you with the bloodied wheel of gouda cheese he bludgeoned you with. You feel the warmth of release slipping over you. Then darkness...
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