Every day we played, we knew how the night was going to end.
At some point when it’s getting late, we’ll all be trying not to be the first one to say anything, then one person shoots another, it devolves into a half hour of free-for-all; explosions, probably literal tons of bullets, and when we all finally ran out of ammo and started beating each other to death with pool cues, bats, and police batons, the night would come to an end.
And then another half hour of talking while a few wandered around aimlessly in cars or sat on the dashboard.
Every day we played, we knew how the night was going to end.
At some point when it’s getting late, we’ll all be trying not to be the first one to say anything, then one person shoots another, it devolves into a half hour of free-for-all; explosions, probably literal tons of bullets, and when we all finally ran out of ammo and started beating each other to death with pool cues, bats, and police batons, the night would come to an end.
And then another half hour of talking while a few wandered around aimlessly in cars or sat on the dashboard.