"Yeah, I hear that a lot."
This awful government issued cigarette tastes like hell. I'd quit, but what would be the point? By my watch, I have sixteen hours, nineteen minutes, and a handful of seconds left to live. I light another.
"Did I ever tell you how I got this eyepatch?"
"No, you nev..."
"See, it happened a long time ago. I was a kid. You know how kids are. Dangerous toys, all fun and games 'til, well, you know.
"So, I'm out back playing with Timmy. He was a good kid. Lived next door," he breaks in at this point.
"Is this going anywh..."
"Timmy was a good kid. Smart. Well, he never ended up here, so pretty smart at least," I light another cigarette. His men move in a bit. Guns relaxed. "Playing with Timmy. That is how I lost my eye."
"That?" he asks. "What the hell did he do?"
"This," I say as a pull my gun, shooting him in the left eye. "Only he had a pellet gun."
Cabbie's car screeches into the crowd as they stand dumbfounded. I throw Maggie through the door and get in behind her. Cabbie hits the gas.
"Is that really how you lost your eye, Snake?" Maggie asks.
Okey, that was my entry in the Impossible Truth Behind Snake Plissken's Eyepatch meme.
Here are the rule:
1. Explain to the world The Impossible Truth Behind Snake Plissken's Eye-Patch. Could be a one word sentence (pussy) or could be a seven page novella (boring). Whatever you choose, but tell us all why Snake got the eye-patch.
2. Tag five bloggers asking them to create their own stories about the eye-patch.
3. Of course link back to Lazy Eye Theatre so that people know where this originated. And to those of you who got tagged by someone other than me, post your link in the comments section, I would love to read what you came up with.
Tagging... Hmmm... How 'bout
That's all for me. Write something if you want.