up to this point in my life I've worked hard not to be that guy....you know....the sword guy
"Hey Dan, whatchu got there on your wall"
"Oh those.....they're my limited edition hand crafted Murakami Senzo replicas.....there are only eight in the world"
"there are eight on the wall"
"yeah, I bought them all and planned to destroy seven so there would only be one, making it even more special, but I couldn't decide which, they're all my babies"
"mhm, ok, I see.....and your actual babies"
"who knows, my ex wanted full custody and even my lawyer sided with her"
"damn, this is a sad life I've imagined for you"
"yeah, you're a dick"
"ok, ok, i'll imagine some hookers and blow, but you should probably put away the swords before you do any blow"
"just don't imagine anything going wrong...jeez, fuck"
"too late....one hookers dead, the others are running out into the parking lot screaming, you're covered head to toe in blood, and there are sirens fast approaching"
"WTF! WHAT DO WE DO! DO SOMETHING!"
"..."
"you son of a..."
fin