the cruelty of the waves

(although this doesn't fit the "genre" of the blog, I thought it was interesting, so I'm including it here)


The cruelty of the waves

Sinking into valleys where there is no space or time,
The sounds of distance resonate through clarion silence,
Into the hearts of the bleeding children, high in the air above
The world that has been created for them: nothing again, nothing after, only an abstraction, a way to mend the hearts of many, but
Leave nothing for the few who really care about this loss of memory;
The calling into the higher grounds of existence: there is no fun to be had here: there is no games: there is no playground here, but signs point to the place where they once danced and sang along with the
Cruelest motions of the waves, crashing into the breakers, rolling
Out into the sea with sand caught in the throes of aquatic love for them, while we sat down on the chairs on our porch overlooking the ocean, thinking of what we must do to save them, when to save is but a key in the foundation of life’s mystery that we spend all night
And all day trying to solve with bemusement and stinging pride of our intellects swirling around in a logical fog somewhere above the great Atlantic.

Picture it, Sicily

Picture it: Miami Florida, 1989. Blanch and Rose, two old hags, were fighting:

“You’re father was a micro-cephalic and your mother was a half-black, half-Mexican whore!” Blanch Deveraux said to Rose Nylon, in protest to being called an “easy slut.”
Rose smiled a big ol’ St. Olef grin, the smell of Viking shit oozing out of her pores, filling the kitchen with Nordic funk (not such a bad smell to Blanch, but she also loved the smell of grey-haired cocks of men after putting three hours on the tred-mill). “Blanch, you are a whore. And if you think that I slept with your ex-husband George, you’re out of your mind.”
Blanch thought back on the picture that she had derived this belief from, thought deeply, and concurred that it wasn’t Rose after all, but some retarded girl George was visiting on a trip to Nebraska when he was in the army. “Oh, ok, I’m sorry, now let’s kiss and make-up.”
Then their eyes met, like they had three years before, when they both were attached so deeply that it bordered lesbianism; but, this time it was for real. They floated to one another, literally, Rose’s feet lifted three inches off the floor, her slippers fell off, and then they kissed. It was as if the kitchen was filled with light—artificial as Blanch’s wrinkle-defying make-up. Rose’s tongue circled Blanch’s mouth, tasting the MacDonalds that Blanch had eaten earlier in the day. Blanch, in turn could taste the horrible unpalatable tang of scrapple. Then they started to suck one another’s necks. Rose was biting tenderly on Blanch’s nape, while Blanch licked fastidiously on Rose’s lower neck. And then her kisses turned downward, and she unbuttoned Rose’s shirt with her tongue.
“Oh, my god, you certainly have learned some things!”
Blanch unsnapped Roses’ bra. “You’re damn right, they don’t call me Albert Einstein’s whore little sister for no reason. I’ve got a IQ of lasciviousness of 190.”
“I don’t know what that word means, but I’ll say so. Hey, how bout we take this to the bedroom?”
But as she said “bedroom” Sophia, the most elderly of the bunch walked through the swinging door only to see the horrible sight: something that she wasn’t all to unfamiliar towards; she had in her youth fooled around with the similar sex—then again, she was twelve, not haggard and wrinkled.
“What the hell is going on here?” Sophia said.
Then Dorothy walked through the door and chimed in, “I don’t know, but it kinda looks like something that you’d see at the zoo. Don’t you remember ma? Those two gorillas humping?”
“Yeah, pussycat, I do, but these are too old, and too female to be primates mating….and with too much make-up. Gorillas don’t care if they are aging. They do it with grace, well, whatever, you know what I mean.”
“I’m sorry,” Blanch said, wiping her lips of Norwegian spittle. “I guess we got carried away.”
“We sure did,” Rose said, “I think that I flew there for a second, and I got all crazy. Now can I ask a dumb question?”
Dorothy couldn’t miss the opportunity, “Better than anyone I know.” (the canned laughter going off, can’t you hear it?)
“Ok, guys,” Blanch said, “I think the mood has changed enough for me to ask you why you are both wearing safari outfits.”
“No, no, no,” Dorothy began, “These are the uniforms we’re going to wear when we “really” start our job today.
“You kinda look funny,” Rose said.
“We look funny, and you two didn’t making out in the middle of the kitchen. I mean, it could have at least been in the back so that we wouldn’t see you immediately. God, I feel like I’m back at Shady Pines, giving a little lecture to a couple of old women who thought that they were lesbians. Dementia related, of course. Speaking of, Rose,” Sophia continued, “You sure are getting dumber and dumber these days, you sure you ain’t coming down with Alzheimer’s?”
“No, no, no, never….” Rose looked perplexed, “What is that, anyway, “Old-timers.”
“Forget it,” Dorothy said. “Come on Ma, let’s go, we can’t be late.”
Then Blanch looked at the clock, “Oh, dear, I’ve got a date with that cute plumber, “Big Pipe” Peter, as I like to call him. He’s going to do some work….on me.”
Rose looked at the time, it was around three o’clock. She never had anything to do. If she would just have some other friends. If she would just have a sex life, no, not like Blanch and her rapturous, rampant, slutty life-for-getting laid existence—just a boyfriend to fool around with; watch a movie with; play doctor. Well, maybe she’d read a book, she thought, but Dorothy’s books are so hard to read, and I’ve already read most of mine. Hey, yeah, then she thought of it, she’d go to the library.
“I think I’ll go to the library,” she said.
“Sounds like a plan; now, I can almost see his plumber’s crack in my face right now. I got to scidatle. See you girls.”
“Bye,” Sophia said.
Dorothy smiled that big, “I’m the ugly one and I don’t care grin,” and waved.

Rose sat patiently on the couch for the bus to come. She waited and waited, and then realized--dumb me--she forgot to watch for the bus. She’d missed it, now what? Watch the tube. She turned on the television and searched for her pack of cigarettes. She’d started to smoke a few months ago. The girls didn’t know it, but she didn’t really care if they did. She was a rebel. She found them, went to the window to smoke, and then there was a knock, knock, knock at the door.
“Hey, it’s me Stan.”
“Stan! What are you doing here? I thought that you were going to stay away, that is, after Dorothy found out that we were worshiping….him..together?”
“Oh, the Satan thing, and my folie a deux delusions that I was transferring into your mind, that we were both Reptoid aliens secretly living in an underground base. Yeah, I know. That was an attempt at getting you to kill Dorothy for leaving me. I’m sorry. But who we were worshiping, well, he exists. His name is Lucifer, keeper of the light, come take his hand.” Stan extended his hand to Rose, who was becoming entranced in his eyes. Stan said, “I’ll be right back.” He ran out to his car to get his pentagram and candles. Oh, this was going to be good. Sure is. He was finally going to get Rose to kill that hooker through hypnotism. He was going to mesmerize that bitch into killing his ex-love and love forever after, Dorothy Patrillo, Spornak.
Stan burst through the door, “Here I am!”
“Here I am!” Rose said, naked as a baby, her nipples pointing at the ground. Gravity sucks. Actually, Newton was wrong, her tits were being pushed, not pulled through gravitational force.
“There you are!” He said, now confused, which was more important, to get his noodle wet, which never happened, or to convince Rose that Dorothy was a conspirator with the goal of killing everyone with secret potions. Ah, he could always do both. So, he jumped on the opportunity, picking Rose off her feet, and taking her to the bedroom where they discovered “Big Pipe” Peter and Blanch fucking in Rose’s bedroom.
“What is going on here?!” Rose protested in the midst of heat, anger though creeping in, up through her spinal column, inside her feeble mind, out her eyes, and through her nipples which were become red with rage.
“Sorry,” hee hee,” Blanch said with her southern charm.
“Yuh, um…sorry Hey, nice tits. Firmer than this hooker.” Peter said, with no conviction at all.
“Hmm….guess we’ll have to go to her room,” Stan said, pointing towards Blanch’s bed.
“Yeah, that’s what we’re going to do! You’re right Stan,” So they both took one another’s hand and waltzed into Blanch’s room. And all this while Rose was butt naked.
Stan stuck his hand inside her ass crack, felt her puckered asshole, testing to see how much spit he would have to apply for easy entry. About this much, he thought as he brought his hand near his mouth, spit a bunch of mucus and spit mixture (just the right amount now. Dude was fifty six. Knew what he was doing), then he finger fucked Rose’s asshole for a few minutes, then he stuck two, then three, then Four! then FIVE! fingers up her poop shoot.
“Oh, my God! That compares only to, only to George, my ex-husband, and he was hung like a horse; hey, let me see your pee-pee.”
“What did you call my cock?”
“Pee-pee.” It’s one of those play names that Charlie and I used when we were having sex. Just you remind me so much of him, anyway, let me see you penis.”
Stan coughed as though he was uncomfortable, as he unzipped his trousers only to reveal a very tiny uncircumcised dick. Something an asian dude would laugh at. “Here it is, don’t laugh,”
But she started to giggled, she couldn’t help it. “Don’t laugh bitch!”
“Hee heee!” she fell into full-blown laughter as Stan’s penis twitched once, twice, then drooped down again like an injured caterpillar.
“Stop laughing, alright, that’s it….I’m leaving, and the hell with my present to you.”
Rose sobered, “I’m sorry, Stan. I guess I just got carried away, what is it you have for me.” Rose was always one for presents.
“No,” Stan said as he walked through the bedroom door, grabbed his jacket, looked at the time to see that it was five o’clock
“Oh, my,” he said, “I’ve got to get the hell over to Nilda’s house. That Philippine gal sure makes me smile, and good longganisa. Damn good adobo too. She’s also where I got this aphrodisiac I was going to give to you…..forget it.” By this time Rose was fully dressed and about to wave goodbye to Stan, but if he really had what she wanted for so very long: a love potion, yes, she could have Miles for all time.
“Ok, bye, maybe I’ll see you soon?” Rose asked.
“Oh, ok. Nice asshole by the way.” And with that Stan was out the door, but only to bump into Dorothy and Sophia on the way out.
“Stanly Sbornak! What are you doing here?” Dorothy scowled and hissed.
“Sorry, just leavin, takin’ a plane actually.”
Sophia raised he old arms as if she were Mussolini speaking to a crowd, “Well why don’t you leave on a jet plane, and I don’t care when you’ll be back again. Maybe never Tiny, he heh….Dorothy told me all about that.”
“Why me!? I’m going to kill you Dorothy, mark my words.” Stan said as he stomped his way to his car.

As the evening turned into night and Blanch was yet to be seen, they were all not very worried, given the obvious fact that Blanch was an easy-lay-me-on-my-back-please, good ol’ fashioned Southern slut. Sophia was busy making spaghetti sauce while Rose and Dorothy were eating cheese cake, and for the second week straight, drinking scotch.
“Hey, ma d-da-da you wanna know the truth about my feelings about you. I love you, and I’ll never send you to Shady Pines.”
“Thank you dear. If I could have a drink I would, but the doctor has warned me about my liver, you know.”
Rose smiled, “Back in St. Olef there were no such things as “homes” and even livers, aside from, well, chicken livers that I used to eat, but my daddy used to take fishing. Said they were great for bass….”
“Shut up Rose!” Dorothy interjected, to the audience’s delight.
“Sorry,” Rose said.
Sophia walked over with a spoon full of sauce and threw it at Rose, “Here, here’s a message from Sicily. Shut the fuck up! or we’ll blow your brains out.”
“Hey!” Rose protested in comic joy, actually. “How do you know that the Italians would say that to me?”
“Because that’s what they said to my brother who always told dumb fables and tales and other stories that don’t matter and are probably not true.”
And then Blanch walked in, her hair all messed up, her lipstick smeared, her shirt torn a bit.
“Who, big surprise!” Sophia said.
“No, it’s not what it looks like, and this nasty spermatozoa ain’t what it seems either. It’s colgate toothpaste. “Big Pete” and me spent eight our repairing some woman’s toilet. And then he had the indignity to expect a kiss from me? Of course not, I just gave him a quick blow job, but that was it.”
“Like I said, surprise surprise.” Sophia retorted.
Rose smiled, picked up her drink and said, “well here’s to predictability. Kind of like the laugh-lines on our shows!”
“Hey, don’t say that?” Dorothy said.
“Why not?” Rose said.
“Because that would ruin…oh, never mind. I’ve got a date tomorrow with Bernie Rubble.”
“Bernie Rubble?” Sophia said.
Then Blanch said, “Bernie Rubble, hey, I knew you were working with apes livin’ in the stone age, but that’s taking it a bit too far.”
Dorothy took her last bite of cake, got up with her empty plate, and said to Blanch, “He’s better than Big Top Pee Wee, the man’s a lawyer, credentials..possibly a judge some day. I like him, I don’t care anyway.”
“Really?” Sophia said, “Well I guess I got some place nice to live if you two get married.”
“’Shady Pines’ mean anything?” Dorothy said as she put the plate in the sink.
Then Rose smiled and said, “You know girls, we all have a lot of fun, we always have.”
“What’s your point, Rose?” Sophia said.
“I got cancer,” Rose said.



To be continued (maybe)

Special Circumstances

Special Circumstances

Wal-Mart is certainly a soul-less company, but the front end—where I work—is strewn with young women. I enjoy spending my time working with this one girl who’s name is Amber, but she’s too big---no not in the terms of fat, just like 5 foot 8 (too tall for me, I like them little). She has really nice teeth, a great ass, and I think she might be interested in me, on that subtle puppy love plateau of human affection. She’s also only 19. Now I’ve done crazy shit in the past, and although I look young, I definitely don’t understand the mind of a nineteen year old. There is however a new girl that started a couple weeks ago. Her name is Kim, she’s asian! that shit just gets me excited just saying that word. I’ve never been with an asian girl before. She was a door greeter. I’m not sure how they pick the cashiers from the door greeter, but she certainly was smarter than most of these girls will ever dream to be. One day, I was curious….and she always smiled at me…really pretty….anyway, I asked her how old she was. Honestly, I was under the impression that she was about 17 or so, for that reason, she was made a door greeter.
She said, “I’m 21.”
“No shit,” I said in complete disbelief. “So what do you do for fun?” Now, I was getting interested.
“I like to read and play games with my roommates.”
“So you have some roommates.” At this point my heart was racing. Not of embarrassment, I’ve always have had an easy time talking to women; but of the fact that my libido was running out of control. Roomates, Damn, niggs, maybe I in for a treat.”
“Yeah, four.” I noticed her speech was plain old American. That was making me even more excited because there wouldn’t be any of those cultural differences between us.
“I would really like to know a little more about you.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Ok, let’s go get some coffee or tea?”
“When?” I said, hopefully receiving a “right now”! sort of response, but rather she just said, “anytime.”
“Well, that leaves allot of time, how about tomorrow at ten?”
“I work till ten.”
“After?”
“Ok, like 11:30, have to go home and take a shower,”
Just the image of her naked body, water running down her small breasts made me even more excited, plus. I knew that she was clean. “Ok, where do you live? I have a hard time with direction.”
“Oh, I live in the apartments behind Wal-Mart.”
“Awesome,” and I took her hand, kissed it—as though I was an aristocrat (Hey, you can never go wrong with that.
“See you then.” and as I walked out the door, her face, that smile, those breasts, stuck in my mind for the entire ride home.


Then next day was rather uneventful, aside from the drunk guy getting arrested at register 16, the cops apparently were after him for a few days now. And that retarded dude throwing a fit. Nothing much happened. But the night was going to get better, much, better.
Nine o’clock came around much too slowly. Way too slowly. When it did, I quickly punched out, walked towards Kim, put my arm around her as I walked out the door and told her “We’ll have fun tonight.”
“Great,” she said.
One the way home I listened to REM’s Living Well is the Best Revenge,

All you sad and lost apostles
Hum my name and flair their nostrils
Choking on the bones you’ve tossed for them….


Strange, I could never completely figure out what he was talking about. Possible, quite possibly, the Bush administration. Just to think, most of these eighteen year old girls, remember nothing but the Bush administration’s horrible grip of lies and deception. Horrible, actually. Well, at least this girl would remember Clinton,”
When pulled into my drive way, I was careful not to hit the cat. I walked to my bedroom and changed into something a bit more fashionable, although I’m unaware of most of that jive, as I do spend much of the time writing and reading now. No, I don’t even take drugs no more. Boring.
I washed my face, did my teeth, and changed my pants. Then I looked in the mirror and saw what appeared to be a normal looking guy—perhaps too normal, but that is good for the drug bizz, ya know—who, looked he was twenty five, at the most. Maybe I am a bit too old for this girl, but what the hell. I still feel like I got one more young one in me. Crystal could wait.
Then I got in my car, and drove over to Wal-Mart, again. Honestly, that is a nice drive from my place to there, about twenty five minutes or more. I threw in some Nirvana, Christ I was getting old, I thought, Nirvana, REM, old shit. Good memories though, and that was a sign I was creeping up in years, just having enjoyable memories of eras of your life, no, not just periods, but decades.
I found her apartment quickly, knowing just where I was heading: to her pussy.
When I walked to her apartment, I just had this little alien that comes to me whenever there is a good chance of me getting my dick wet. He came and said, ‘hello,’ then he went away. Good visions, I suppose. Then I knocked on her door. She answered in the most flattering dress, her legs, perfect, everything, perfect. And her face was inexplicably beyond perfect. Hardly any make up, just a little black eyeliner, something of which I’m a fan of. Anyway, she was really nice looking. Then she asked,
“Where would you like to take me to eat?” Oh shit, I thought, I was under the impression that we were only going to Denny’s or something. I needed a miracle here.
“Um, ok…let’s go,” I said, startled and financially troubled by this.
Then we got in my car. She liked how it was a mess, she liked messy guys she said, then giggled. “Let me just look at you for a moment,” I was stunned, “You are the most beautiful girl that’s ever been in my car, well, cars because I wrecked a couple of them.”
Then I could take no more, I pulled her gently nearer, and kissed her with my best kiss I have ever offered. Seemed to work, as she pulled me nearer, nearer, until my chest was against her breasts, then she felt my cock, and I put a hand a finger inside her and everything went from there.
We had great sex in the car, it was wonderful. It wasn’t perfect given the situation, that is, it is my car and everything. But it was surely near. Dreamy. After we lay there in relaxation,
I turned to her and asked her, “So you want to play some games with your roommates.”
“Yeah, you like scrabble. I’m kind of a nerd, hee hee.”
“Yeah, so am I,” I admitted, not pleasurably, just in honest. But I’m kind of wild, at times, let her figure that out, though.
So we walked inside, and I was greeted by a couple of, honestly, mirrored image girls of Kim, except the one in the back had bigger tits. Damn, I think I finally did take to many drugs, I’m dead, this must be Heaven! “Hello, my name is Stan, how are all of you?”
“Great, we are kind of hungry so I think we’re going to Zola down town.”
“Zola?” I asked, now getting angry at these rich girls; just the fact that they’d so much money. Not really at them. You know what I mean.
“Yeah, so you guys…..”
I interrupted, “ “all of you”, or better “each of you.”
“Sorry, what are you an English major?”
“Was, now I’m a wash up fiction writer who can’t get his game back, or perhaps can’t acquire the correct experiences, or maybe needs to be off drugs for a while..or…”
“Drugs?” Kim turned me to face her.
“I don’t do drugs, I’m going to Narcotics Anonymous now.”
“Good, now never talk about that again, my brother died from doing too much speed.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that,” I said. With actual sympathy. I liked this girl, “it” was happening.
Her roommates were a bit astonished, but they were also into the English major thing.
The both chimed, “English? Hmmmm….”
“Yeah, I loved the program. I’m graduated now, been for a long time.”
Then the fatal blow: “How old are you?” the one asked.
“I’m 31” I said
“Holy shit! You’re old! But that is kind of cool though. I’m twenty three and she’s twenty four. Kim…heehe..heee..” the one with the big tits said,”…… pointing at Kim is only 21! That’s funny, Her going out with a 30 year old.”
“Oh, come on Shelly, let’s go,” the one girl with the big tits said to her roommate.
“Ok,” and they both trotted out of the apartment, leaving Kim and I awkwardly alone.
“Well,,,wasn’t that nice,” I said.
She frowned and threw herself down on the couch, “Come over here. Let me lay on you. you feel so good to me. How many girls have you been with?”
“About two,” I said.
“Well, that’s pretty cool. I’ve been with four now. Do you think I’m a slut?”
“Of course not,” now emitting a sigh of relief, knowing I had a fresh subject.
“Let’s do that again!” She stood up, like she was a cheerleader, this was getting ridiculous, I thought. Then I grabbed her by the legs (she was very tiny) and put her on top of me. I took her top off, then she said, “Awe..hell with this dress, Let’ s just get naked. So we did. It was great, since I’m skinny again, and damn did she looked awesome. She looked like this porn star named “Kitty,” except with big tits. I fucked her with all I had, every inch penetrating her vagina. No I didn’t use a condom, pretty much because I know how to pull out in time. This time when we were finished, and damn did it take a while, I wanted to get all of that imprinted on my sexual wall of fame. Jot that one on the top of the pyramidal design I’ve crafted nicely inside my left-frontal cortex.
“Holy shit!” I shouted
“Yeah, wow,” She responded, both of us breathing heavily.
Then there was a knock on the door. A heavy, deep knock. “Ok, it’s cool, I’ll find my shorts, here here they are!”
All this while I found all my clothes and put them on super-quickly, my shirt was still inside out.
When she opened the door, it was a middle aged man, with a curiously manicured mustache who apparently went by the name, ‘Officer Spicer.’ Something that I’ll never forget.
“Hello, folks, I’m officer Spicer of the State College Police Department. I’m trained to deal with cases like yours. Now, there’s been suspect all along that you, Mr. Ellenberger have been dealin’ the white shit.
“What?!” I said, astonished that he would bring up my prior life in front of this girl. And, outraged because I’ve been off that shit for three years now. “You know that I’ve been clean.”
“Well, that’s not what we found in your car. With a flashlight, of course, we wouldn’t want to be doin’ no trespassin’ or nothing.
“What’s going on?” Kim said, shuffling over, “Hey you are that guy that’s been comin into Wal-Mart all the time…..”
“Silence little one!” he said, putting up his hand in front of Kim’s face.
I was beginning to get a little suspicious. “What the hell is going on here, this is a little odd.”
“No, buddy, it’s you who are a little odd. Did you tell your little friend about your trip to the mental ward like what now eight times?”
I remained silent.
“OK, Stan, let’s go, down to the station. And you, Miss. Kim, should come along too, you’ve had a good part in this as well, as you’ve been so close to this man for a while, maybe you do know something that we don’t.
“Fine.”
“Ok, Spicer,” I said.
“That’s Officer Spicer,” he corrected me, playing with his mustache.

So, we both got into his car and headed down to the station. He kept smoking cigarettes and throwing them out the window. “See, just like in NA, huh, Stan? I’m depositing of my cigarettes in a spiritual manner. Did you tell the little miss about your NA meetings?”
“Maybe, or maybe not. Why does that matter?”
“Just thought that it might make a difference in her decision process if she knew who she was dealing with, Mr. Pyshco. Ha, ha, ha.”
I was getting pissed off now, “Ok, Spicer, fuck you and fuck your purple police car……..”
“That’s Royal Blue.”
“Whatever, it looks purple to me.”
“I think it’s pretty.” Kim said.
Officer Spicer smiled, as he looked back at Kim, sitting there, her legs crossed, and her hair was strewn all over the place. Before ten minutes elapsed, Spicer was good at disobeying the speed limit, we were at the station.
“Here we are, now let’s go inside,” Spicer said.
“Alrighty,” I said, having nothing to feel guilty about, or so I thought.
“Fine, Mr. Spicy.”
“Spicer,” he said.
So we went inside his office, which was curiously connected to the rest of the building, but no visible entrances or exits from his office into the main building. It was if he was running a little business all to his own. Well, I was about to find that out, really soon.
When we went inside, Spicer had a stack of cash on his desk. He walked over and picked it up, twenty thousand big ones, and ten more if she cooperates.
“What are you talking about,” Kim said.
Well, Miss Kim, I run a little porn business on the side here, and you are so fucking pretty that I want to have you for a while. Maybe a month or two. I’ll pay you some big bucks too, like ten thousand, that is, if your partner keeps his mouth shut. This sounds, um…illegal, but I’m the one that enforces the law, Spicer’s law. Spicer put on some Michael Jackson, and opened the door to reveal six other young girls, some asian, some black, some white. And a couple of teenage boys.
“I know what you are thinking Stan, you want to be in this, well, you can’t you are too old.”
“No, it’s not that at all, this is illegal. You’d better have some real cash, bud.”
“Oh, about that, well, watch this video,” he said, as he put his leg up on his desk and put on a DVD. What came on the screen was unbelievable. It was me, with a couple of dudes from college buying heroin, then the shot went to one of my buddies living rooms where we were doing lines of oxy’s.
“What the fuck?!” I was perplexed.
Spicer coughed as he lit up another Pal Mal, “That’s you. Yeah, like last month. You have your slip ups, right? Well, that would be all exposed. And who do you think they’ll believe, you and your druggy friends, or an established police officer?”
“Ok, so what should I do?”
“Well, you should report to the papers that Kim went missing sometime after you had dinner. You went to Denny’s, and she came outside to use her cell phone, and when you came out, she was gone. Simple. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Nooooo! Kim said, as Spicer took out a “sedative,” most likely heroin, and shot her in the ass. Then she was feeling so good, she tried to suck Spicer’s cock immediately.
“Ooooh..Kimmy, just wait a few minutes while your friend here leaves.”
“Shake my hand.” Spicer requested.
“Oh, alright, and how about some of your cocaine?”
“Here, have an eight ball. And I thought you were going to stay clean?”
“Well, there are always special circumstances, right?”
“Sure are,” he said, and we both shared a laugh.