10:50 am
We just ended one of the largest drug cartels the world has ever seen and you won’t hear one word about it… unless you are a loyal Rage reader and then, like always, you will get the truth about what really happened. Let me tell you about the end of Ol Henry.
Have you ever heard the expression, “He bit off more than he could chew?” Well, that would apply to my boy D. He is tiny, but mighty! Henry found out way to late just how mighty. He had abducted D and if that wasn’t asking the warden for a pen to sign his own death warrant, he then tortured him. My boy, tortured. That didn’t go over too well as you can imagine. I’m not the only one who loves that boy. There are 2 ladies and 2 of the most deadly men with a long range firearm the world has ever produced, that are more than fond of the boy. Do you have any idea the skill level it takes to fire a bullet from one moving boat and hit a target the size of a cantaloupe at almost a mile away….also bodding up and down on a boat? It’s more than the mind can process. Unless you are Dead and Lee! They processed it quite nicely, thank you very much.
But first, D had to do his thing. He was able to escape from an inescapable situation and was the quarterback for this particular razzle dazzle play. When we get the family together, there isn’t much we can’t accomplish, especially if violence is on the menu. Hey, we didn’t start it, but when one of us is in trouble, we will most definitely finish it. And that’s just what we did.
Once Dead and Lee started popping corks, I like that analogy, D did a magnificent swan dive off Henry’s ship and once clear, we blew a hole in the side of the bad ship lollipop. Henry tried to escape on his helicopter before the ship went down but when a young man has to relieve himself during the night and uses your gas tank as a Porta John, the Heli isn’t going to Copter to well. He made it about 30 feet from the boat before nose diving into the ocean. I would have been happy to let him find his buddies in the bellies of the sharks, but this dick fungus has some secrets that some of my associates would like to have. Reluctantly, we fished his cold limp ass out of the drink and D had several hours to let him know how much he didn’t appreciate the attention he was given while a guest of Henry. He made him sing like the Rage on a bender at the karaoke bar…off key and blood curdling. I couldn’t have been more proud.
I guess it’s appropriate that this story ended right where it started, out on the water. There’s just something about the sea that calms the Rage……