Thursday, February 23, 2006

last day in las vegas chapter twelve

Goddamn him, mother fucker. She picked up the shovel and noticed the blood and a little hair on it.
well, she thought, at least that is probably fucking hurting him.
she couldn't believe she hadn't pushed him out of the car when they got there. That fat fucker, he gets all the breaks, always has, like some twisted fat asian john candy like magoo freak.
she had also left her purse in the car and he was probably going through it right now.
goddamn I'm stupid.
well at least he won't go to the police. those fuckers hate him more than i do.
I could use a cigarette though.
goddamn, i'm gonna have to fucking hitchike back to vegas.
i am such an idiot.

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