WET PAINT
Author: kenny howard

Chapter 223
The night they raided Smokie's

I was there with my close shaved hair
And a gun hidden underneath my jacket
I was trying to think whist knocking back a drink
Having just delivered a packet
The cops burst in and had us all against the wall
Going through us one by one
The only thing now going through my head
Was get rid of that fucking gun
I suddenly spun let off a round
A cop fell dead on the ground
Everybody froze i had it on my toes
Burnt rubber and got out of town
Smokie's shut down soon after
No more drugs drinking or laughter
I'm now living in Sweden
Learning to play the guitar
Just like Burt Weedon...

 

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