Let's getoutta here.


They tumbled off the narrows bridge at noon with little or no ceremony. Generalissimo Jim appeared out of nowhere, loading his pistol as he walked, shooting the three promptly as he stopped. A motorboat sped past the bodies as they sunk, the holidayers on board staring at us in our camouflage jackets, pale-faced.

"Let's getoutta here. I'm hungry."