When I heard Paris Hilton was guest-starring on this show I thought there is no fucking way I'm ever watching this show. But bad choice in guest-stars aside this show KICKS ASS! And I had to write something, to express my admiration for this great show, its wonderful writing, and fabulous actors.
And because I felt a certain character has really been under used until recently...Weevil. So this is a Weevil fic. And that is all I'm going to say for right now.
Please tell me what you think. I'm a completely shameless REVIEW WHORE. I don't need fifty dollar to make your hollar. I'll do it for free...if you review me. (Told you I was shameless.)
Eduardo "Thumper" Orozco- friend, brother, son. Not to mention criminal, drug pusher, betraying Judas and asshole extraordinaire. Gone but not forgotten…or forgiven.
For Felix I cried, real tears of grief. Mourning the death of one so young. Mourning the passing of someone I've known almost my whole life. Mourning that goofy smile, annoying laugh, and unwavering loyalty of his. Mourning for those left behind, lost without him.
For Eduardo, for Thumper, I have no tears. For him I do not grieve. At the funeral I just sat there, stone-faced and silent. I suppose many mistook this for an expression of sorrow, an effort to control my emotions. They are only partially correct. I am holding my feelings in check, but it is not grief and pain I'm trying not to express. Dancing with glee and smiling is not proper funeral etiquette. And it is especially improper when you're burying a brother. But the honest-to-God truth of the matter is I would have killed him myself, given the chance. And I'm GLAD he's dead…may he rot in Hell.
R & R please.