Joe never liked Patrick. Their "friendship" even began with an argument.
He was first.
It started with a long screech. Joe was moving furniture. That was big plus. Easier to make it look like an accident. And it meant his wife was gone.
He was moving a big piano. "Hellooooooo, Trohman." I creeked out, just like an old door. Knife in my hand.
Joe was taller than I was. That wouldn't be a problem.
Boom!
Suddenly Joe was on the floor. He turned around and kicked at me simultaneously.
"You always hated Patrick! And now, you're gonna pay!"
Blood was all over the floor. And of course on Joe's face.
"Look familiar?" I stabbed him with a metal hook at the end of a guitar I gave him for his birthday.
One thing was missing. I put the guitar on his body then let the storage case fall on him slowly.
He was done.*
*I know it's short. The're all probably going to be this short in till the end.
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