Looked hard like he was lying there. Over and over full with blood. I nearly throw up, what had looked strange, really strange.
I only sat there and let the police do their job.
A young woman in a nice summerdress was talking with me, tried to calm me down. I was calm, really calm. Not so calm as Blackie maybe, he was quiet forever but I could say I was relaxed. Even when this was a strange meaning for one like me.
I knew Blackie since nearly 4 years. Very often Vince had said he would kill him one day. In the end he only hated him. Hated him like an ulcer. As Blackie would be a bad carcinoma on his pretty tan skin. And I know much about carcinomas. I had one, but that was gone by surgery. That was how Blackie and I met.
In the hopsital. He wanted in, I came out. He slid on a piece of paper and fell infront of my feet.
I could have laughed when I wanted laugh in that moment, even when that had looked strange, really strange. One like me don't laugh.
He sat down on the stairs, rubbed ov