The Fisting Begins

Daniel Wolkoff
September 20th, 2015
Blackfist: Volume 1: The Fisting Begins
    My story begins, as all great stories do, with the life of my life. She was beautiful, hell, she was delicious. *pans out to image of man holding a green ice cream cone, all lovey dovey* And why shouldn’t she have been? She was, after all, Pistachio flavored. Yes, it’s safe to say, I lost everything on that awful night. My beloved Coney. Oh, and I guess I also lost my girlfriend and my right hand, both as dead as a black kid with a toy gun when the police show up. And I would know all about that. You see, I’m a cop.