Home Sweet Home

maniac greaser in a MT GD

This was going to be good.

I stood up quickly.

"One moment."

I went to the kitchen window.

"RUSSELL!!!! RUSSELL!!!"

I heard a caw. I knew he heard me.

I turned back to the two ghosts.

"Russell has gotta hear this."

"Ah, Krall?" Calvin attempted to get my attention.

I sat down and got comfortable.

"Just a second, Calvin."

"Ah. But ..."

He was pointing to the kitchen window.

I nodded and poured a drink.

Suddenly I heard something crash into my kitchen window.

I jumped up.

"Shit."

I had instinctively closed the window after I called to Russell.

I opened it quickly.

"Russell? Russell?"

I suddenly felt sick. Had I been the cause of Russell's demise.

"You're an asshole."

I let out a long sigh.

"At least you're okay."

Russell appeared in the, now open, window.

"Are you an idiot or are you seriously trying to break my fucking neck?"

I sat down quickly.

"Calvin is going to tell the story of how Harold murdered him."

Russell's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

I pulled the bird tree close to the table, as Russell perched on it.

"Give us a shot of that scotch, will ya Krall."

"Seriously?"

"Damn straight."

I poured some scotch in a bowl that was mounted on the tree.

Russell took a sip.

"Good shit."

He looked to Calvin.

"Okay idiot, tell us how grease-ball there, murdered you."

"It was a freaking accident," Harold barked.