I am here for blood

Yours, mine anyone’s at this
point, I don’t fucking care any
more. As I walk into this bar
not sure what kind it is and it
doesn’t really fucking matter at
this point I had taken a bump of
sweet angel before walking in so
I am well zooted and ready to fuck
someone’s day right up, I walk in
slowly letting my eyes get adjusted
to the lighting in the place, it is dark
and old, everything in this place has
seen its better days from the pool table
to the music in the jukebox to the bar, hell
even the whores look like they have been
fucked five ways from Sunday by the Roman
Army, I walk to the bar and get myself a shot of
whisky and another. Then another I notice someone
is making small talk to my left, so I look over and it is
a drunk office sheep, you know the kind all "liquor tough"
and thinks he can dominate this place because he is
younger than almost everyone in here by about ten years
well everyone except me, he is talking bullshit about a
subject he knows nothing about when a woman politely asks
him for a light of her cigarette and he pushes her away, well
that’s all it took for my switch to flip, and I stand up and say
"what the fuck? you don’t touch a woman that’s not cool my
friend" and I must have looked a little strange to him cause he
laughed and told me to "go fuck yourself" and with those words
I reached over and grabbed an empty beer bottle and smashed
it over the back of his head and had the jagged neck in my hand
so as he turned around I let him swing at me and he connected a
solid punch to my nose, so solidly that I felt the warmth of blood
flow over my lip into my mouth but I didn’t move an inch. With a
slight snicker I thrust the jagged bottle neck right into his throat and
twisted it cutting him open like a saw, blood flowed like water and sprayed
like a sprinkler from the wound as he grabbed his neck and went down
like a stone, I then proceeded to stomp on his already weakened throat
until he no longer moved, but oh there was blood!!