Disconnection

Dude 1 kicks open the door. He fires. Dude 2 falls. A mist of red puff spurts from his chest
Dude 1 turns to The Boy gun pointed directly at him ... just as The Boy’s phone goes off in his pocket

Dude 1 : maybe it's your friends, fans...customers?

He said mockingly

The Boy : Can you just ... turn it off ...

Dude 1 fires ... The Boy drops heavy... crumpled into an unflattering position it was nothing like the tv shows or movies where legs crossed gracefully, head tilted back the body is observed as the focal point of the work. The reason for every characters being. The Boy was now just another dead (or dying, depending on how you look at it...as he had stopped living long ago)...black...drug dealer. Although, as audio or video of the event goes viral on worldstar and individuals speculate and investigate in news broadcasts, online forums and comment boards. Spectators...just like the people at his parties, just like the Australian who had never seen a black dick...will find purpose in it...reasoning...they will make the story, circumstances and events much more pretty and interesting and conversation worthy than they actually are

Because...

The camera pans up from The Boy’s now lifeless body to a spider crawling across the flower still rising up Dude 1’s leg stopping at his pocket entering through the denim fibers revealing an alert banner on The Boy’s phone that reads “@roscoeinawetsuit mentioned you : @thegoldmolar STUPID NIGGER YOUR TWEETS SUCK!

The internet...