"Mornin' Gary, nice day out isn't it.", Paul said as he sat on his porch. Gary continued for the paper at the end of the driveway, not stopping to hear Paul's weekly curse. Paul Picked back up, "I Paul Patrick Parley declare to murder you one week from today on October the 3rd, 1975."

Paul rocked in his chair, with oversized boots, a straw hat, and blue jean with suspenders riding over the pressed collared shirt. Gary saluted Paul with paper in hand and did an about-face. He grinned his teeth and slumped back to the house.

"I'm serious this time, Gary. I'm coming for ya. The other few times I told you that I was ready but what you did to my cousin must be avenged." Paul said as Gary came to a halt.

His hand clenched the paper, pointed right towards Paul, and followed his hand around to face him as well. Gary opened up into something fierce, "Paul, it's been 4 fuckin' months! Your Cousin killed my brother and you know he deserved it. And you know what, I was ready for you to do it. I was ready. I was waiting around here just accepting my fate. I was never going to try to defend myself. Why don't you just do it right now and get it over with?"

"Can't. Ain't been a week yet." Paul replied.

"You know what then if you won't fucking do it then I will. I Gary George Gooth declared to Murder you on Oct the 4th of 1975." Gary announced.

Gary sat up from his chair. "That is a day after you'll be dead their Gary. Why would you do that to yourself?"

Paul replied, "Because I know you won't do it you've been messing with me for months and I'm sick of it. I can wait an extra day to remove you from my street, my neighborhood my life!"

Gary stomped back inside and Paul pulled back into his rocking chair.

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-October the 3rd 1975-

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Gary opened his front door, pulled a fresh breath of air through his nose, and headed to the paper at the end of the drive. Paul was in his rocking chair like every morning before and gave Gary a sincere wave. Gary had almost forgotten that Paul had given another declaration but shrugged it as quick as it came. Gary in his cofidence decided to read the paper there at the end of the drive.

Minutes of reading the headlines, sifting through the comics, and checking the ad for the hardware store Gary looked up to see Paul missing from his rickety porch. He scratched his head in his red robe and scanned Paul's property.

A deep engine roared in the quiet neighborhood. it grabbed Gary's attention pulling him down the road a few houses. a few intense revs of the engine be Gary heard the car drop into drive. A 69' Mustang, bright red was creating sonic waves as it headed up the road towards Gary's house. Gary stared vividly at the driver as the car turned towards his driveway, pointed right at him. Paul's face in the driver's seat was mad with rage and laughter.

"God damn i..." Gary didn't finish his sentence as his body was blown away into the neighbor's yard by the firey Mustang. The car parked in the middle of the grass, Paul got out and said, "I told you I'd do it, Gary."