By Mike Segretto
When I got to the motel and she was nowhere to be found, I went a little crazy. I like going a little crazy. Shit, Daddy, I like going a lot crazy. And let me tell you, I went craaaaazy on that shit hole. First, I picked up the cheap-o glass vase off of the cheap-o dresser and I smashed that little pretty pot to pieces. Then, I wrapped my fingers around the musty drapes that hung over the dirty, spotty window, and I ripped them right down to the dirty, spotty carpet, and I got myself all wrapped up in those drapes, and I felt like they were trying to suffocate me, but I wouldn't let them do it, so I felt in my pocket and pulled out this box cutter, and I sliced through those drapes and crawled out like a baby slicing her way out of the womb. And then I really went to town. I pulled on the headboard until I heard this big ol' craaaaaaaaaaack, and I pulled that fucker up and over the bed and slammed it against the wall, and all this plaster and bits of shit came flying out as the room filled with a white, white fog. Then I heard some prick yelling from the next room. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but he was probably getting interrupted while trying to pole his wife with his itty-bitty prick, and he couldn't concentrate enough to keep it up. Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate... yeah, Daddy, it's tough, ain't it? You got to think if you want to stink, if you know what I mean. You do, pretty baby, don't you? I knew you'd hear me if I just taaaaalked to you. Yes, indeed. |
