thewritetohappiness
The plan was simple. It was supposed to go off without a hitch, but, well, you know, shit happens. Greg and Ed were both in positions, the butts of their guns shining dangerously in the late summer sun. They got out of the cabs and Jerry was waiting for them by the front, picking his nose. He knew his plan too, but it's hard to ever get him going. And me? I knew the plan. I knew it like the back of my hands. It was simple.