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Logic is no stranger to world-building and committing to very out-there extended narrative concepts for his albums.
So it was really only a matter of time before he took the leap into the publishing world.
Today, Logic releases his debut novel,Supermarket, under his legal name, Bobby Hall.
So did Flynn do it?
So this is how it feels to take a mans life, forced to kill for ones own survival.
I look down at the puddle of blood by my feet, locking eyes with my own reflection.
Now here I was, standing over a man I murdered.
I guess in that moment it was attempted murder.
He was still desperately gasping for air, sucking in his last breaths.
She was a sweet woman in her 70s.
Would she have it in her to pull the trigger and meet her friend Dolores in time for brunch?
Man, I think about shit like that all the time too much, I suppose.
The funny part is, I always thought of myself as such a good guy, you know?
Someone who would doanythingto avoid confrontation.
What the fuck happened?
But none of this was as it seemed to be, quite honestly.
I was brought back to reality by the feeling of blood crawling down my forearms.
It was thick like maple syrup but not sticky more like red coffee creamer.
Planting my knee on the ground, I reached into the pocket of the dying mans button down.
I took out his pack of cigarettes and silver Zippo.
The man was wheezing now, inhaling in intervals like someone heaving during a nightmare.
Maybe thats just what this was a nightmare.
And thats when he spoke.
Flynn, you were doing so well.
Bubbles popped from from his blood-covered lips.
Flicking the lid of the Zippo, I tried to light my cigarette to no avail.
Mhm, I muttered as I struck it again, this time igniting the cigarette.
I noticed the words vanilla sky engraved at the top of the lighter.
This immediately made me think of the Paul McCartney song.
I brought my cigarette to the mans lips.
There you go, I said, now puff.
I could hear sirens and fire trucks in the distance.
You know the one.
This is all Lolas fault, you know?
I know, I said.
Flynn, whats … whats my … my … last na?
I dont know, I said.
I told you that already.
Flynn, did we have fun?
You ruined my life.
(Instrumental excerpts from the soundtrack also appear throughout the audiobook.)
