OLD GUYS BLOWN AN ARTERY, WHEEZING OVER HIS SPLAYED OUT HAND OF CARDS ! mik's got him where he wants him, and that's at the mercy of his own flush. a straight line up of cards that would get him that packet of ration slips, no questions asked, not when he counted cards so cleverly that the only people who knew he was doing it, were his friends like lucky. " c'ya, dylan ! " the boy shouts at the man, snatching up the ration slips before grabbing @lucklaster by the elbow; grinning up at the older boy with a beam of pride.
insp. na na na by my chemical romance !
















