Cass
Jackie, me bird, slept all day through, like me, and then she sleeps when I'm up, not like me. The cupboard's bare an' the box's only got leftover carryout Chinese seh owd even Cass won' touch it for fear of loud an' painful repercussions.
Fuckin' yuppie wankers, too stupid t' keep a bottle of ketchup and raw eggs in the box f' emergancies!
Paolo and Philippe solved that for me.
I found those two hoors lurkin' 'round the parkin' lot after sunset in an expensive German crap crate. Paolo went down easy, so did fuckin' Philippe or whatever his name was - one gentle thump wi' me fist to side of th' head an' I feeds at me leisure after I drives the car out a sight behind a dumpster. Then I drives it to the harbor, sets it alight and pushes the whole bloody mess off the dock with the two queers snuggled up in each other's arms - like a love suicide 'r summat.
Aw hell, even two dead queers got luckier 'n owd Cass!
I picked up a bag ah burgers an' some raw steak an' suchlike along with a couple a bottles - f' trip. Yeh never knows when yeh might get stuck wi' out th' good stuff to keep yeh company.
So I returns an' Jackie's up an gettin' dressed. She's ready to go after I packs the last of her shite in the U-Haul.
She takes one last look 'round her place, all sad an' happylike. Then she says, "Let's get out of here."
I take the first shift - nice and dark, safe yeh know? S' been a while since I were on th' move, good to be movin' it is. Things were gettin' a wee bit too hot f' Cass - a cop in me favorite snacking neighborhhood was startin' to get suspicious when I got careless wi' me last meal three nights ago before I fed from them two bollicks' what I mopped the floor wi'. I knows, I knows, I should'a stuck to rare steaks but I were runnin' low on cash an' that last eejit had both the blood an' the cash I needed t' pay me rent.
'Sides, the wanker had the cheek to make fun of me fuckin' accent!
Now it's midnight and the truck's just crossed into Pennsylvania on I-78. She's asleep against the window in the passenger side; traffic's light an' there's good tunes on the shite radio that came wi' truck.
I don't think Jackie knows that I know she cried all the way outta town wi' her face turned away from me.
I think she's thawin' out a wee bit, aye?
I got two, maybe three days tops, to convince her to see how comfortin' having an Irishman 'round can be when yeh heart's been broken.
I just hopes Cass's zip can hold out that long, is all!
