"Friend?" I laughed bitterly, "Fuckin A that is rich. With friends like you who needs an enemy? Do you think I am just going to say 'Hey Bruce ole buddy how was my wife's cunt this morning?"
"Jack it doesn't have to be this way. We..."
"Your right O Bruce Old pal o mine. Do me a favor and hand me that butcher knife." I slid a knife across the table to him. He looked at it and then looked at the Kimber in my hand.
"Come on Jack," he said a tad bit shakily. "You can't seriously expect..."
"PICK IT UP FUCKER! You love Jesus so damn much I want you to meet him! Now pick up the f*****g knife and let me put the make my day law to good use, you trespassing piece of pious s**t!"
Bruce jumped up and ran for the door. He stopped on the porch and turned back, "Jack we've been friends forever. Ar
