Krucial Italia

Hold still pigeon. Hold fucking still. Today you are going to die. Don’t worry it will be fine. Let me just tie this around your little foot. There, now you’re not going anywhere. Don’t look at me like that. Okay. Whatever, look at me like that.Hey Simon. “Hey Billy. How’s the bird?” A little beat up but I got him tied down in the corner. Over there. He just keeps staring at me. Like he knows something. “Staring?” That’s what I said. “Where’s Crust?” Fuck if I know.“Want to smoke a joint?” Yeah. Shit Simon…Why do you have to keep your weed in your shoe? Can’t you just keep it in your pocket or something? Look at that, it’s all flat. “Do you want a hit or what?” Yeah.“Do you want to play something?” Yeah, if I can get off the floor. “Let’s play that sludgey satanic riff.” We really need a bass player for that. “Okay. How about Fester.” Okay. Let me find my drumsticks.“Hey guys. HEY GUYS!” “Hey Crusty.” Crust. “What’s up?” Where you been? “Um, I had to get my mom some stuff.” You didn’t bring your bass. “I didn’t know we were practicing. Where’s the bird?” “In the corner.” “Oh yeah? Is it okay?” I guess. “Well, should we get this thing over with?” “Yeah, okay.” Okay.“You got some rocks?” “I brought some bricks in my backpack.” Bricks? “Yeah, and they’re fucking heavy too.” I just got some rocks and pebbles. “Pebbles?” I figured we’d start small. “Fuck that. Give me a one of those rocks.” Shit! “Fuck! You almost took his head off! You got him freaked and flapping around now.” “Is he tied down good?” Yeah.Did you see that one? I think it hit his eye. There’s more skill involved when you use the littler rocks. “This isn’t about skill dude. Whoa, that one pissed him off. It’s about waging total black devastation.” “Yeah, don’t you want to be huge? Huge like Carcass? Like Tourniquet? Don’t you want to be crucial?” I got the bird didn’t I?That big one really made a mess. “He didn’t feel it. He’s been dead for like the last fifteen minutes.” Was it when his head snapped and just hung there that tipped you off? “I felt bad when right before that he was just staring at us.” With his one good eye. “Come one Crust.” Yeah, I think you can stop dropping bricks on him now. You’re just making more guts for us to clean up. Ritual officially over.“Simon. Come here and take a brick.” “What for?” “We’re going to brick Billy.” No you’re not. “Yeah we are. I don’t feel anything from that bird. This will truly be evil. Worthy. We can always get another drummer.” “What about the shed? It’s his shed and it’s a good practice space.” “Fuck it. Other drummers have sheds. Billy come here.” Fuck you. “Come on, it’s for the band.” “Yeah, hold still.” Fuck you. I got the bird. “It was supposed to be a wren, Billy, not a pigeon.”“Stop looking at me!” “I don’t think he’s seeing much. This is easier than I thought.” “Yeah. Once you get his head good.”“Jesus Crusty, I think he’s unconscious.” “There’s a lot more blood than the damn bird.” “Yeah. Is he breathing?” “I don’t know, let me check.” “Okay Crusty. Jesus. I think you can stop brick-slapping him now. You’ve got teeth and blood all over your shoes.” “A fucking pigeon. Jesus.”