Sunday, September 15, 2013
I was part of a group of criminals laying low in a house, presumably after a big heist. The leader was this big white dude with a shaved head (who resembled A. D. (big fat former roommate)). I also had a sense that maybe we weren’t crooks but mercenaries. I think at some point he decided to kill the rest of us, possibly to ensure our silence or merely because we were no longer necessary. Knowing this, I waited for him to enter the house via the sliding back door (I guess he was taking a smoking break) and machine-gunned the back of his shaved head. It knocked him over but the effect of each bullet was like a BB gun hit, it broke the skin just a little bit. So the back of his head was littered with little dots of blood.