You know how they say that after you kill
someone, you can’t live with yourself anymore?
That you’ll never move on? Not true at all. At least
not for me. Hell, last night I killed three people.
Met three whores at a bar and three minutes later
I’d already spiked their drinks with roofies, taken
them out into the alley, and slit their fucking throats
with a razor blade. Now I don’t even remember
their names, and believe me, those bitches were
hot, at least as far as hoe bags go. I know what
you’re thinking. This dude’s totally nuts, right?!
wouldn’t say that’s true either. I used to have a
wife before I killed her, and now I have a dog,
which is my only source of true pleasure in life
Now, I think I’ve given you enough information
about my personal life to get this story started. I
was in my Ford F-150 with my windows rolled
down, the nice cool breeze blowing on my face.
Earth is such a beautiful place, isn’t it? Life is the
greatest gift one can be given. Anyway, if my
schedule is correct, I’m currently nine minutes late
to meet Alice out in the middle of the fucking
desert. Now, Alice is either my sister or my cousin.
She might be both. It gets confusing when your
family’s incest. But just in case she’s my sister i
brought my 12-Gauge shotgun