Story #89

Jealous Owen owns a nail gun. He has taken to destroying anything he feels he could never attain. "Too poor for a white picket fence," he growls, firing several nails into the wood. He passes by a portrait studio and smacks his head. Nails slice through the air and slam into picture frames. Trust Fund Terry runs up to Jealous Owen and excitedly shows him his new diamond encrusted dart board. "Fuck you," he screams, laying six bulls-eyes into Terry's investment and one accident into Terry's chest.