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