Sliding the Glock 22 from his shoulder holster, Jimmy extended his right arm out the passenger window, raised the gun into the air and fired.

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

He shoved the gun back into the holster and rolled up the widow.

Darryl didn’t say a word. When they got back to the house Jimmy pulled two cans of Bud from the refrigerator and gave one to Darryl who opened the beer and took a first long sip before he spoke.

What was that all about?

I’m getting itchy with all this six-foot social distance shit, Jimmy said.

So who you want to shoot?

Nobody, I’m just antsy, Jimmy said..

We’re lucky nobody saw us. We were drinking. And you’re a cop.

And you’re a nurse.

Don’t I know it, Darryl said.

You carrying when you go to work at the hospital?

Nurses don’t carry guns.

Bet some do. How many guns you got?

None, Darryl said.

You need at least one, man.

How many you got?

Lots, Jimmy said.

Full-automatic machine guns?

Two.

Shot guns?

Two.

Semi-automatic pistols?

Six.

AR-15s?

Three.

Flame throwers?

Three.

You really got flamethrowers?

Everybody wants a flamethrower. I loaned two out this week, Jimmy said.

Who to?

Nathan over at the gym and Jamal at the club.

Why did they want flame throwers?

Worried about riots, Jimmy said.

Yeah, all these white people gonna lose their minds when they see their retirement funds and 401Ks and stocks go into the shitter for good. Maybe I better get a couple of guns before the crackers start burning shit down.

You working tonight, Darryl?

No.

I’m on at 11, Jimmy said.