Life was giving my friend Leslie shit, so I snuck up on him, knocked him out cold, dragged him to my car, and threw him in the trunk. I drove Life out to a remote location where I yanked him out of the trunk and kicked him half to death. Then I called Death. He cackled and walked the rest of the way from his house join in the beat down. Life swore he’d back off, but not before he man-checked me with a punch to the crotch and ran off. I might have avoided the punch if he were a taller man, but Life’s short.
