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Death Cab For Cutie – The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band
We took off down the hill towards the main road. Right at the lights, and on towards West Norwood. Then the driver turned left. Hard left, and the black guy put up his left hand, the one holding the g*n, to steady himself against the side of the car, the barrel of his pistol moved off me, and I took my chance. I grabbed my Mont Blanc ballpoint and shoved it hard into his right eye. As hard as I could. I guessed if these two got me to Stowe-Hartley I wouldn’t be coming home, except in a box. The black guy screamed then. Not deep like his voice, but high pitched, and he kept on screaming.
I jumped up from the back seat and reached round the driver’s headrest, and got hold of his head. I pulled it back hard and let my fingers find his eye
