From Disorganized Crime

You should do what I did,” Mr. Green said looking up at the sky. Mr. Blue stopped and looked at his friend for a second. Mr. Green never stopped walking and for a second Mr. Blue watched as his unruly dark brown hair bounced as he walk.

                “O K I will bite, what did you do that was so fucking calming?” Mr. Blue asked, Mr. Green stopped and looked back at him,

                “I became a Buddhist,” Mr. Green said. Mr. Blue stood looking at him in disbelief

                “Well bend me over and spank me, you a Buddhist?” Mr. Blue said laughing, a late model Mercedes pulled out of a driveway in front of them, they stopped, Mr. Blue glared at the woman in the driver’s seat, for a second she stared at him with those suburban housewife eyes. She forced a smile, but Mr. Blue did not even flinch, Mr. Green bumped into him,

                “Yes I am, you have a problem with that?” Mr. Green asked, ignoring the battle of stares ensuing between the woman and Mr. Blue,. The woman lowered her eyes and backed out onto the street. Mr. Blue began walking again,

                “Listen, you just killed a man, hell you bit him and left your teeth crushed under his fat ass,” Mr. Blue said, shaking his head and smiling,

                “Well I practice Buddhism when am not killing somebody,” Mr. Green insisted, Mr. Blue looked at him,

                “We kill every day, when do you have time to love anybody?” He asked, Mr. Green ignored him,

                “Yes I tell you, Buddhism have kept me sane, you should try it,” Mr. Green said, Mr. Blue had that faraway look in his eyes, that look that Mr. Green hated, it was the look his mother had when she did not hear a word that he had said,

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