chili peppers n BBguns (fin)

It had to be done at night. But not after closing, cuz that bitch ass snitch always calling the police and I needed an alibi. But it made the mission harder. I'd have to be fast and accurate. Like a fukin ninja yo. So I grabbed a black "beenie," that we sold in the store, and cut a slit for my eyes. (Not exactly "ninja" lookin when I put it on. more like a "wtf's up with dude with a beenie pulled all the way down with a slit for his eyes?") and pulled out all my black clothes which consisted of a pair of black jeans and one hooded sweater. "fuk man, I gots to get more black shit yo." Whatevas yo, is gon have to do. The plan was to be quick anyways. the plan: Spot that muhfuker in the vicinity, change into "stealth" gear, get up on my roof,(which had like a 3-4 foot wall surrounding it) get in position, and tag that bitch as many times as i could. then pull out, nice n smooth.
well here i am on the fukin roof, sweatin my balls off. Gaaddamn sweater is hot as hell. and when I got to to the roof n begin approaching the wall, I realized i'd be completely exposed. So I had to crawl the last half. of course this roof's got that semi gravel shit on it.(lil rocks n shit) they fukin hurt. and I spot the summbitch
across the street but no clear shot cuz he's on a payphone thats right smack between us. All I see are lower legs and top half of his head. So I wait. ("fukin rifle would be perfect") and wait. "who the fuck is he talking to anyways? what the fuk does a crackhead need to be on the phone for longer then 20 secs?" I'm fukin burnin up yo. feels like i might die of dehydration. I'm hittin the threshold yo... "FUK IT, I CAN'T TAKE IT NO MO. I'M TAKING THE SHOT." So I lift up and aim. this shit is far yo. i'm talking parking lot, fourlane street then the payphone to add to the difficulty factor. Watevas yo. I aim for the top part o his head thats sticking out, then I think,"what if I take dudes eye out?"...Fuk it, then they can call him "one eyed jack n shit." slowly inhale,(learned that shit in the movies) pull the trigger, saw his hands go up to his face and yell out, as i do a couple of those "james bond" shoulder rolls,(good thing i practiced yo) and scramble down from the roof. fukin relief as I get out of the "heat wrap." stash BB gun and beenie. hit the restroom to clean up a lil. Then calmly get back to the counters. all the while I'm thinkin, "dude I hope I didn't get his eye n shit." round five minutes go by and as expected, the police show up. I go outside with the whole,"what now" look on my face. The cops tell me that jack claims I shot him with a BB gun. I do the ,"whaaat? Guys, I have a business to run. I don't have time to be runnin round with a BB gun." Then I see Jack. That fool haad this huge ass welt on his cheek. shit was all throbbing red. And he's pointin fingers again and accusing again. I tell the cops that ever since I kicked him out of here, Hes got this vendetta against me. and how ridiculous it's becoming. I look at jack and say,"you probably got stung by a wasp or somthing." Cops just tell me to have a goodnight and tell Jack to quit callin the police all the time. I can't help but to crack a smile as I walked back in. Jack suddenly stopped his antics after that day. Redemption....