BRAAAAPhooooooo!
HIT that loud pedal.
RATTLE those neighbor’s windows.
BRAAAAPhooooooo–
BRAAAAPhooooooo–
BRAAAAPhooooooo–
Roll bar. Got to buy a roll bar for this beast. The class I’m gonna run in requires it.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
Let’s see. A Remington 870 would do the job. That’s a good compact shotgun.
Need an Optima Red Top Battery. This big engine takes a lot of cranking power.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
Or maybe I should use my Remington 1100. Nice and light, well balanced shotgun.
Need an oil filter relocation kit, with this big engine. We just barely shoehorned this monster in here.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
There’s twenty boxes of shotgun shells. But one shell will do the job. So why did I buy twenty boxes? Nuts I guess. Driven nuts.
I use NGK Iridium 1X spark plugs in this beast. Hot plugs. Need them for the nitrous.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
I like a break-action gun, though, like my double barrel. I could use that. Might be better than the 870 or 1100.
An Accel AC/DELCO Style DIS Super Coil juices me up.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
Always liked my pump action shotgun too, though. What to use–its hard to decide. So many choices.
Need to get some Accel fuel injectors next.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
Lever actions you don’t see any more, though. I never had one of those. That’s about the only kind I never had.
Going to get a Summit LTS Optispark distributor next week, to throw in the beast.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
My semi-automatic ought to do the job. Just need one shot. I could just as well use my antique single shot breechloader.
She’s got Trick Flow LTS air inlet elbows now.
The car goes BRAAAAPhooooooo–
Bolt-actions are the oldest of all though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one–wait maybe my old 410 was one. Can’t remember. I gave it away a long time ago.
I got an MSD distributor cap and rotor kit in this honey.
16 gauge, 12 gauge, 10 gauge — any would do the job.
I got Hedman Hedders–for that crackling roar. Rattle the neighbor’s windows–HIT that loud pedal.
Roar. Crackle. Burbleburbleburble WHAAAAA!
The car goes Brraaaap. BRAAAAPhooooo–BRAAAAAPhooooo—
I come up to his car from behind and point the barrel of my choice.
BRAAAAPhooooooo–
PULL that trigger.
BLAM!
The pellets go through the skull and liquify the brain and take off the whole top of the head. The interior of the car is spattered with his blood and his brains.
The car dropped down to idle.
Burbleburbelburbleburble–
I reached in and turned off the key.
Never hear that again.
Never hear that again.
They came out of the house.
I stood there.
I pled guilty. What the hell. I ended up entering the joint by the sally port with a whole busload of other lifers. The car sits silent now.
The funeral director does the paperwork. A concrete vault is made ready, reserved, down at the Creter vault company.
I attend chapel daily. Might as well pray. Plus its the only quiet place in here.
The car sits silent now.
There will be a metal casket. Nothing but the best for their son. The mother wipes a tear from her eye.
I use the education facilities here. Might as well learn something while I’m here.
The car sits silent now.
The hearse is long low and black, It pulls up to the back door at the coroner’s, at night. It’s silent.
Like a car should be.
I use the gym–enjoy the exercise yard. It can only make me stronger. Need to be strong in here.
The car sits silent now.
The funeral costs for him are high. They eat up all the insurance money. Not thinking he would die so young, they didn’t have much on him.
The hospital here has the latest equipment. I have a weak knee and poor circulation and spend a lot of time there.
The car sits silent now.
Cavity fluid was used during the preparations–copiously.
Suddenly they put me in the segregation unit. They never told me why but I think it’s because of my age and infirmaty. The car sits silent now.
The make-up was hard to do–the head was blown out so. The funeral director recommends a closed casket.
I’m vulnerable because of my health–I need protective custody, they say.
The car sits silent now.
There was an autopsy–the state required it. Though the cause of death was obvious.
They keep me in a safe cell most of the time.
The car sits silent now.
The embalming went without incident.
I sit in the visiting area, talking.
The car sits silent now.
His rigor mortis was all broken.
There is an odor of dead animals about him.
I sit in my cell at night, thinking.
The car sits silent now.
The embalmer worked hard.
The car sits silent now.
And at last they put up the car for sale.
And it starts all over someplace else.
HIT that loud pedal.
RATTLE those neighbor’s windows.
BRAAAAPhooooooo–
BRAAAAPhooooooo–
BRAAAAPhooooooo–