That stupid son of a bitch went too far this time.
I was leaping down the stairs after I got a call from the DA who said he had Calcs in his closet, and the rest of his house. I had The Bat strapped to my back, I hopped on my dirtbike and I was ready to go. Then I noticed my tires were flat. Slashed, actually. And the engine had a spray-painted Calc face on it.
Only one asshole would pull this kind of shit and it's not a fucking Calc. Calaveras. That Calc-loving son of a bitch would do anything to slow me down. He's all about getting the Calcs full rights and putting restrictions on killing those assholes. Like we're gonna run out of Calcs. I swear that asshole is like one step ahead of me. He's probably a Half-Calc, like that bitch from "Psycho."
And yeah, I just wheeled the bike to the service station, grinding the rims. It was too heavy to carry.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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