(SMASHWORDS EDITION)
Insomnia only wanted to buy some drugs. Unfortunately, the Mafia doesn’t care about that. Add three S&M freaks to the already muddled mix and you have a recipe for pain. Insomnia finds himself the star of the show in a video that may just end his life. Will he find a way to avoid stardom? “This book is high action comedy where the paddles never stop and the thrills just keep coming… A must read!”
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This short collection is from Kenneth Guthrie’s LUNATIC INC range of short stories. If you really liked what the sample, you are welcome to download the collection this story is a part of here.
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“Damn! You got us two? Shit, we can make these fuckers do some sordid shit together.” The small man laughed and took his money. He had just condemned Insomnia and Biscuit to a world of hurt.
FUCK THE WORLD
Insomnia woke up. That he had slept at all was a testament to how much coke he had injected last night. He groaned and put his hand on his head.
"Fuck you, world."
He reached over for the bottle of cheap whisky and pills he kept beside his bed. The whisky went down harsh and sour and the pills took effect after a bit. Anti-depressant cocktails were one of Insomnia's favorite morning refreshers.
He looked over at the clock. 12:17 on a Friday.
He rolled out of bed. It was time to get some more drugs.
Insomnia pulled his shit brown Dodge with black spray painted racing strips into the drive way of the South Side apartment block. He better be fucken' home, Insomnia thought.