I drew the gun down his throat, in high hopes of killing the motherfucker. He liked them, he liked them together, squirming, sweating. So much he put me through all this pain. It wasn't my fault. It was all lies. LIES I TELL YOU, LIES!
I wanted it so bad. so bad.
i had a craving all week, and i finaly had the oppertunity to munch down on what i craved. A ham sandwich. and rye bread.
God damn him.