🚀 go-pugleaf

Oh get real...

You can plug pretty much any Job into this little narative... and when it
all comes down to the moment after our final breath, I'd like to think that
we're judged by just a little more than the way we paid the bills...

Ronin

David Zeit wrote in message <36156045.4916@teleport.com>...
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>The Hitman.....is he the lowest form of life? He claims it's
>all business, nothing personal. He waits silently for his
>mark. The Hitman loves shadows and embraces stealth and
>darkness. He is a master at hiding right out in the open.
>
>The Hitman's target comes into his sight and it causes his
>heart to beat faster as the adrenalin races through his
>veins. He cares not that he will be taking food off some
>family's table even if they just committed an unintentional
>harmless mistake or not. He gives no warning and shows no
>mercy.The Hitman's job is to seek out his prey, under
>contract, and then, without emotion.........................
>destroy lives. Then, like the dirty dog he is, he
>marks his territory by crawling off his motorcycle and he
>writes another ticket. The Hitman is a motorcycle cop.
>
>And when his days on earth are through there are none who
>mourn his passing, but thousands who celebrate that death has
>given The Hitman HIS citation and now it is The Hitmans turn
>to "go to court". What mercy can HE expect? And justice is
>finally served.
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