The Gut Room

“Why is it called the gut room?”

“Remember Stuart? The guy we passed on the way in here? Yeah, he beat the boss in a game of pool. Called pockets and everything— I’m talking it’s almost like he could tell the future. He got hyped up by the others and got a little too carried away with his braggin’ rights.

The boss didn’t like that. So he literally threw him on the table and gutted him- Like an animal. So now, he has a septic bag. And nobody’s touched this table since. The boss left the ball as a reminder to Stuart.

“That’s fucked up.”

“It’s generous. Stuart is still alive. The others aren’t.”

“The others?”

“You got a lot to learn my boy…”

Excerpt from a gangster story I’ve conceptualized.