‘Did you fart, punk?’

‘Did you fart, punk?’

Daniel Collins stood wait­ing behind his front door hold­ing a .32-​calibre Tau­rus revolver in his right hand lis­ten­ing to his neigh­bour the other side pass wind. He yanked the door open in a wide arc, stepped out­side and pointed the .32-​calibre towards his neigh­bour say­ing, “Did you fart, punk… Huh?” His neigh­bour stum­bled los­ing his foot­ing and Collins snapped the revolver’s cham­ber back, flipped the safety off with his thumb, and pressed the .32-calibre’s muz­zle firmly into his neighbour’s fore­head. He said, “I will fuck­ing kill you if you fart out­side my apart­ment again, you moth­er­fuckin’ bitch.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Daniel Collins — www​.gawker​.com

Daniel Collins stood waiting behind his front door holding a .32-calibre Taurus revolver in his right hand listening to his neighbour the other side pass wind. He yanked the door open in a wide arc, stepped outside and pointed the .32-calibre towards his neighbour saying, “Did you fart, punk… Huh?” His neighbour stumbled losing his footing and Collins snapped the revolver’s chamber back, flipped the safety off with his thumb, and pressed the .32-calibre’s muzzle firmly into his neighbour’s forehead. He said, “I will fucking kill you if you fart outside my apartment again, you motherfuckin’ bitch.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Daniel Collins – www.gawker.com