Talented Failure: The Works of A.T. Prenger

  “No,” Paul said. “What do you mean ‘no?’” Alex asked. “I said ‘no.’ I’m not picking that up.” Alex gestured with his handgun, “Pick it up or I’ll shoot you.” “Go ahead.” There was a beat of silence as Alex processed what Paul said. “You heard me, right? That I’m going to shoot you?” “I did. And I said ‘go ahead.’ Do it.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “What’s wrong with me?! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re insane if you think I’m going to dig my own grave.” “Then I’ll shoot you.” “I already said okay. You’re going to shoot me anyway, might as well not spend the rest of my life doing manual labor. Fuck you.” “But the Boss wants you buried” “Then he can dig the hole. I’m not doing it.” “You know he’s not coming out here.” “Of course not, you dipshit,” Paul said. Alex raised the gun more, “Watch it?” “Or what? You’ll shoot me? There’s nothing you can do to me. You’ve got no hold on me.” “I can kill you.” “You’re already going to do...