The Blackwater Gun Salesmen

My experience with these two guys, cocky, and somewhat handsome men sitting at the rail.

Dressed in fine clothing, smelled good, well groomed.

The usual players.  But not.  I came over and said hello to them.  They seemed very interested in me, so we talked a bit and I asked them what they did.

"Uh".

No response.

Right away I knew.  They were 'blackwater boys'.

I said it aloud.
"BLACKWATER."

"How did you know that?" 

One of them said with amazement.

It didn't matter how I knew, but that I knew.

I said

"I'm one of those."

"Those" meaning, I can pick up on people quite easily and I have that weirdness ability going on.

I didn't want to get into it.

As they didn't want to get into what they did.
However,
$60.00 and a few drinks later, one of them, the better looking one said that he needed a few more jobs to
afford the VIP room.

He said I had to learn how to:

":point with your finger and press the button:"

"It's a good living."

In other words, shoot people.

For every person they shot, they'd get $200.  

Not sure if I believed them, and then one of them handed me his work business card.

'Smith&Wesson.'

'Ok.'

I said.  Yep.
Here it was.

And besides, the more the guys drink the more honest they become for some reason, or they just don't give a fuck.  Probably a bit of both.

They haggled about the prices of VIP, and said it wasn't even that much in Vegas.
And, their friend got arrested by the FBI for no reason.

"Waa!" 
I thought, and I'm sure there was a reason.  The FBI doesn't arrest people for playing fucking checkers.

I said
"This ain't Vegas, and they can charge you however much they want to charge-  if they're the only business in town!"

They asked me to 'come to Maui' probably 16 times.  I asked why, and they said they were taking a nice trip for fun and sun.

I had wondered if I was a gun salesman or a killer, perhaps I'd be going on vacation instead of contemplating food stamps at this point in time.

On another note I couldn't kill anyone for $200.00.  I can't even give a hand job for $200.00, never mind take someone's life.


Needless to say, I didn't make it to the VIP room with them.

They grabbed some bitch that looked like a dwarf instead.

Probably because the Universe knew,
and maybe I knew I could never take money made by murder.

Maybe I have before, but I didn't realize it at the time.

And, it is true, what you don't know, won't hurt you.

I guess I'll be applying for my food stamps this week too.





If this doesn't make you cry, you are a robot.
Blackwater's Youngest Victim
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20100215/scahill