Vinnie's evening

His spittle was flecked with blood as he spit in my face.
I responded by laying his leg across a chair and hitting his knee with a sledgehammer.
“Kneecapping,” the kids like to call it.
I had never heard a man scream that high or that long until I did it.
Now I have.
The fight was pretty much out of him after that, and that’s too bad.
I had admired him. He had balls.
Now he’s just a crippled corpse with a bullet in its head.
Ce la vie.
The fettucini was marvelous at Magliano’s.