15th
Nothing suede can stay.
As I’m sitting here, doing all I can to not study for my last final of my first trimester of graduate school, I can’t help but imagine that someone, somewhere, lets call him Terry, was just lured into a large warehouse by a sexy woman. Upon the entry to said building, the realization sets in that the woman was a decoy to get the Terry away from the hundreds of pounds of cocaine that he was supposed to be guarding.
Forget that his boss “Fritz” will have his head regardless of Terry’s excuse, and forget about the woman. The main objective is to return to the goods. While turning away to exit the warehouse a previously silent bullet whizzes by Terry’s ear.
Big mistake.
Terry calls into himself, and finds what he had been searching for since the accident five years ago; the dragon skills that have been engrained in him during his childhood when he was just trying to make ends meet for himself living on the streets of Bangkok. Within seconds, it was over. The three hiding henchmen who were in the warehouse had their souls sucked from their very being into Terry himself. Meanwhile more henchmen surround the building with the finest weaponry known to man: the kitzurn laser. It now looks like the first kills were a small snack for what will become a very tasty night.
ALL OF THIS WHILE I TRY TO LEARN ABOUT CELL PHYSIOLOGY!
Life is unfair.
