A person shot at a seedy apartment complex. Not all too unheard of. I never get shootings, though. Mostly little old ladies with balance problems.
PD arrives on scene when we are about 2 minutes away. Their update says something about “a whole lot of blood.”
It’s probably kool-aid. Or someone else’s blood.
Sure enough, the cop is right. It’s the blood of our “victim.” He has been shot square in his left ass cheek.
Sorry. “Medial aspect of the inferior left buttock” for you serious types.
This would be funny, if this dude in his early twenties wasn’t screaming and crying like a little bitch.
“Man, don’t let me die, man, don’t let me die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE, MAN!”
“Hey, buddy,” says Slimm, “I think you’re gonna make it.”
“Come on, man, this aint funny, man! SOMEONE CALL MY MOMMA!”
His clothes are cut off, revealing his tough guy tattoo on his abdomen. A crappy attempt at old English letters, with inconsistent shadowing.
“TOUGH-ASS <racial slur>”
Tough, indeed. “What’s your momma’s number?”
He made it.