I'll keep it short and sweet.
Those asswipes from 6th Street shot up Gustavo's ride. No reason. Just cause he was there and they could.
His output was inside. Took seven bullets, two in the head. Survived, but not clear if she'll ever talk again. Or get out of bed.
Dunno about you, but I can't let that slide. Plan to pay them a visit tomorrow, shoot out as many of the motherfuckers as I can. You wanna come with, meet at Esteban's store, high noon. Take your iron. And enough ammo to go around.
DS
