What can I say? Hahaha.
Paul had it coming.

Ooh, the way the blood made a mess on the plastic sheets, splattering out in anger, spots of it flying everywhere, the pool of dark red ooze, dripping from the body.

It was like a Jackson Pollock painting, beautiful but toxic.

He could have seen the axe if he wanted to, but of course Mr. Alan was far too lost in the alcohol swimming around his head to notice such an elegant weapon.

He noticed my 'raincoat' though. Sonova bitch.

Ah well, he's dealt with now.

¤ ¤ ¤

But Luis... In the restrooms earlier...

...He said he was waiting for that moment.

Of what? Me trying to fucking strangle him!?

What was he fucking going to say?!

And why do I want to know so badly?
I like women. The curves, soft, full breasts and plump lips, small waists and big butts.

Whereas men, they're hard an-
Hard...
Shit.

I sat down on the couch, smooth my bloodied hair back and grabbed a cigarette.
Lighting it gave me a little distraction, for as I looked into the precious, flickering little flame, I saw a city burn to the ground, people screaming, running everywere.

I smile.

My thoughts wander back to Luis.

Did he mean, that he fucking loved me?!