[ WP ] You 're a robber in a house coming down the stairs with valuable items from the master bedroom . You encounter another robber in the home on your way out ; Write a story about what happens .

`` What the FUCK man?'' 
 
 `` WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?'' 
 
 Fuckin' Joey, this motha' fucker, are you fuckin' kiddin me? He comes into the same house as I'm in?!? 
 
 `` Get outta outta my fuckin' way, this is my job, not your's. How the fuck'd you even know about this place?'' I asked the little squinty eyed bastard. 
 
 `` D'Lo tipped me off'' 
 
 Fuckin D'Lo. That rat will do anything for a couple'a bucks... 
 
 `` Well FUCK YOU, get outta here, I swear to FUCKIN' GAWD, if I see you walk outta here with ONE FUCKIN' THING I'LL SHOOT YOU.'' 
 
 A little backstory on Joey here. He was a friend of my kid brother, back in grade school. They used to be good buddies, up until junior high, then Joey got mixed up with the wrong crowd, thought he was gangsta and all while my brother went the otha way. You see, in Dorchester, there are clear paths you can take, one which is nice; and well, whatever. 
 
 Anyways, in the early days, I had kinda taken Joey in, he was my brothers friend for a while and he was around for enough family suppers that he kinda became family to me. I had gone the other way, and seeing that spirit in my kid brothers friend gave me that feeling of being young again, gettin into stupid shit; slashing tires of your girl's ex, running in and stealing 30's at the packie, scaring the living shit outta the younger kids with BB guns; it was all innocent fun. 
 
 But as I grew older I was sick of that shit. I had my rent and electricity to pay, and that shit was n't cuttin it. So I moved onto big time, and Joey kept on bein' Joey, a little punk with no dreams like I had; no focus. 
 
 Fast-forward a few years, and my kid brother is out of college with his degree, and guess who comes back into his life. Fuckin' Joey. 
 
 Now my brother had a chance to be someone, a real chance. But he got mixed in with Joey again, and with no chance of finding a job, got right back to his roots, like he never left. 
 
 I was fuckin' livid with Joey, that he'd be so low to drag my brother back into this shit. You think I like doing this shit? Being the scum of the world, scraping bits off of others people's success for a quarter of what they paid? But it paid, and I was n't good at anything else, but my brother was, he had a chance to be someone. 
 
 Anyways, back to the present. 
 
 `` I SWEAR TO GAWD, IF I SEE YOU WALK OUTTA HERE WITH ONE FUCKIN THING I'LL SHOOT YOU.'' 
 
 Joey just had to push my buttons. He thought I was kidding, he thought I was a clown. He was all kinds of laced up on white girl, I could tell cause he had that tone in his voice. 
 
 `` What are you gunna do, honestly, what are you gunna do, you really gunna shoot me?'' 
 
 `` Joey, I'm givin you 5 seconds to get the FUCK outta here or you're mine'' 
 
 And then, I hear em. The fuckin' cherries and berries. 
 
 We both heard them, and there was a SECOND, and I mean a second, where we gave each other a look as if we were gunna work together to get outta there. 
 
 But I was too smart for that. I made for the door, but just before I did, 
 [ BANG ] 
 
 Got Joey right in the foot, that fucker was n't going anywhere. I made my dash out with nothing on hand. Luckily, I had dropped the goods near the door. 
 
 I knew Joey, and I knew he was all yacked out, he was n't going down without a fight. There were a couple of shots fired, but Joey was put down quick. The autopsy turned up and there was talk of another shooter, but it was just another asshole off the streets and it was all swept under the rug. 
 
 Do I feel bad about what I did to Joey? 
 
 I do n't know. 
 
 All I know is I made it out alive, scotch free, because I'm a survivor; and the electricity does n't pay itself...
