Welcome To Hell.
I've been gone a long time. Thinking. Letting this little section of the web go on its merry way without me. Things were getting to predictable. To repetitious. Everything was regurgitated and spit back out on all accounts.
But it's a new year. We don't have much time left. Lets see some blood.
I usually let you guys in on the outcome these little endeavors. But I have turned over a new leaf. People are masters of their own fate.
Lets see how number 1 fares.
I grabbed her in a thrift store parking lot. She says she's 24. Attractive redhead. Brown eyes. Fuck I hate brown eyes. She told me her name but I honestly don't give a shit who she is, what her life story is, what her goals are, what her dreams are. She said something about having kids. Fuck your kids. She's just spewing shit out to try to keep me interested or try to get me to connect with her on some sort of emotional level.
Bitch, you don't want to connect with me. I feel nothing.
She's locked in the back of my car with a 2 small blackboards and 1 piece of chalk. I told her on the first to give me 10 reasons she deserves to live...
On the 2nd give me 10 reasons she deserves to die.
What she doesn't know is that if she gives me just one reason on that second blackboard......
She's going to end up at the bottom of a lake.
I haven't seen The Contortionist since "D-Day". There were so many of them... Only 1 of him. Last I remember before I woke up.. They were tearing him apart. Then he burst into an explosion of light.
I might get into that later. I haven't seen Penelope since then either.
Eat it up.
You know you love it.
Until Next Time.