Rating: R Warning: Sexuality, Violence, Laguage -
I'm so fucking cold. It's around 11:00PM, it's fucking raining, and there's a breeze. Fuck this shit. Why the fuck do I always have the worst luck? I'm hugging myself hoping that it'll help with the cold. I need to get inside somewhere and dry off. And I know my hair's going to be all poofy thanks to the motherfucking rain. I stick out my thumb everytime I see a car coming in the hopes that someone will pick me up. After about 20 minutes, somebody actually pulls over. Fucking assholes. It's a huge red truck with flashing lights on the wheels and the word `Austin' painted in purple glitter on the side. No comment. I open the passenger door and jump right in. It smells like ass in here. The driver looks like he hasn't slept in days, his hair is down to his shoulder and dirty looking.
"Howdy darlin' what you doing out here in the middle of the night all alone?" He asks with a huge smile on his face. His teeth are dirty. Why the fuck is he smiling? Does he think it's fucking funny that I'm fucking soaking wet?
"Nothing." I answer. Usually I'd tell him to mind his own fucking business and just drive but I don't want to get in a fight with him because that would require touching him. Just the idea gives me chills. I scoot closer to the door and farther away from him. His breath smells horrible.
"Oh don't be scared now, I won't hurt ya." He says. His dick is growing hard and his eyes keep staring at my chest. What the hell?
I'm not even wearing anything skanky!
I find this whole situation funny so I just start laughing. And I'm laughing hard!
"What's so funny?" The guy asks me with a dumbass look on his face. I hate it when he talks in my direction, his breath smells like shit.
Screw this. "Hey, do you want to pull over?" I ask him in a sexy voice.
"Oooohhh yeah baby!" He says extremely excited. He's already started stroking his small cock through his pants. We stop on the side of the road. It's totally dark outside and cars have long stopped passing us by. "Show me your nice titties."
"You sure? They're not nearly as big as yours shit-face." I pull out my trusty knife and stab him twice in the ribs. He looks like he's in shock. Eh, who cares. I stab him again in the throat and I can hear him wheezing trying to breath. His eyes are tearing up.
What a loser. "Oh come on now. Don't start crying. Accept the end. You should feel lucky that I'm ending your fucking disgusting life." I just sit and watch the life drain out of him. His eyes become hollow and his breathing has stopped.
You know what I hate about killing? Getting rid of the body. I start the grueling task of slicing the meat from the bone and chopping it up. What am I talking about? I LOVE this! HAHAHA!
Anyone who sees this is going to think that a deer on the rag took a dump here or something. Sure smells like it!
I get back in the truck and immediately roll down the windows. I don't care about the cold, there's absolutely no way I can handle this smell any longer. I pull out my Trina tape from my backpack and pop it in. I grab one of this guy's cigarettes, light it up,
and speed off. Sticking my head out the window, I yell out `EAST COAST BABY!'. After all this time in Cali, I'm finally going home.