“You think you got something to prove, do you?”
Philip Smolinsky stared at his girlfriend, thinking she didn’t know shit about anything. He tapped the banana against his leg. Fidgeting now. Maybe he could teach her lesson, show her how it is. Yeah, he thought. “You think you’re so smart, huh?” He said.
“What, you gonna attack me now with that banana?”
Philip caught his reflection in the mirror just above the fireplace. He was holding the banana up high as if he were going to spear her with it. “You think I ain’t got the balls to do it?”
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of Philip Joseph Smolinsky – http://nbcmiami.com