WHAT THE FUCK?
I WAS UP AT HUNGRY HORSE DAM, STILL IN THE THROWS OF THE STAY AT HOME, COVID-19 SHIT, AND, AS I TOOK MY TIME, WITH, NOBODY, GOING UP TO THE DAM, I NOTICED, A MAROON, CHEVY, SEDAN, THAT WAS, RIDING MY ASS, BEFORE, I EVEN NOTICED, THE CAR WAS THERE . . . I PULLED OVER, TO A SCENIC OUTLOOK, AND THE DUDE, ACTED PISSED, AND HE KEPT GOING, SLOWLY UP THE ROAD.???
WAS HE FOLLOWING ME?
POSSIBLE.
SO, I TOOK A LONG, DRIVE UP TO "LOST JOHNNY CREEK" AND, TURNED AROUND, AFTER HITTING THE RESTROOMS, WITH SOME GRISLEY, CAMP MOUNTAIN MAN WATCHING ME . . . BETTER HURRY AND GET THE SHIT OUT THE SHIT AND GO!
SO, BACK NEAR THE DAM, JUST KICKING CLODS, AND KILLING TIME, I GOT OUT, TO GET SOME LUNCH AND SIT AND LISTEN TO MUSIC AND ENJOY THE STILL BEAUTY OF THE TEAL, WATERS, REFLECTING THE MOUNTAINS, PINES, CLOUDS, AND, BEAUTY OF THE DAY, SO PEACEFUL AND CALM.
FOR SOME REASON, TO ITCH MY LOWER LEG, I NOTICED, WHAT I THOUGHT WAS, CRANBERRY JUICE, THAT APPEARED TO HAVE SPLATTERED ON MY LEG? BOTH LEGS?
I HAD SOME IN THE VAN, BUT, I NEVER SPILT ANY ON MY LEGS?
SO I PULLED THE PANTS UP FURTHER AND ON BOTH LEGS, THERE WERE THESE, DARK MAROON, SPOTS, THE COLOR OF THE CAR FOLLOWING ME . . . GOD INTEL, THAT, YEAH, THE DUDE, SPOTTED YOU!
HE WAS FOLLOWING YOU!
I THINK I ONLY SAW, FOUR VEHICLES THE WHOLE TIME I WAS ON THAT ROAD . . . FAST KILL, EASY!
NOW, I GOT CHEMICAL BURNS ON MY LEGS, TWO CHRISTMASES AGO, IN A GIFT, AT THE SOPHIA PLACE WOMEN'S EMERGENCY SHELTER, SOME ARGYLE SOCKS, THAT WERE TAINTED WITH CHEMICALS THAT LEFT MY LEGS, LOOKING LIKE A REALLY BAD SUNBURN!
THOSE SPOTS HAVE BEEN THERE FOR, AT LEAST TWO YEARS, AND THEY HAVE NEVER, LIT UP LIKE THAT!
BUT, WEEKS APART, WHEN, SOMEONE IS ON MY TAIL, THOSE SAME SPOTS, HAVE TURNED, A DARK COLOR, SHOWING ME THAT, THEY HAVE "SPOTTED" YOU, JUST LIKE THEY DID, LAST NIGHT, AGAIN?
I LOOKED OUTSIDE TO SEE IF KENNEDY CAME BACK TO THE SUPER 8 . . . NOTICED, ANOTHER, VERY KENNEDYESQUE, LOOKING BIKER, DUDE, ABOUT THE SAME SIZE, VERY BUILT, TALL, MUSCULAR, BUT NOT BEEFY, JUST A NICE PHYSIQUE, FOR A MAN, THAT TALL, THE DUDE HAD, A BLUE BANDANA ON HIS HEAD, SONS OF ANARCHY BIKER STYLE, BUT HIS GOATEE AND HAIR, TUCKED UNDER HIS HEAD GEAR, WERE COMPLETELY GRAY OR WHITE, EVEN.
HE WAS SMOKING A CIGARETTE, RIGHT UNDER MY WINDOW!
PROBABLY THE REASON THE SPOTS, SHOWED UP, WEEKS APART!
STRANGER THINGS!
I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE VERIGO OR VERY TIME TO GO!
PERFECT.
MORE GRIZZLIE BEARS, JOINTING THE HUNT?
I REMEMBER THE FIRST THING, KENNEDY, WHO LOOKED LIKE A BOUNTY HUNTER BIKER, AND THERE HAD BEEN TWO DUDES, FOCUSED IN THE DAILY INTER LAKE, ACTUALLY, BACK IN ABOUT, 2014, WHO WERE GOING TO BE FILMING, A NEW BOUNTY HUNTER SERIES, HERE . . . WAS I THE TARGET BACK THEN TOO?
BUT, KENNEDY, TOLD ME ABOUT, HIS FRIEND, WHO, HATED HIS WIFE, WORKING AT A STRIP CLUB, DANCING, SO HE TOOK HER, NAKED, PUT A DOG COLLAR ON HER, BLACK LEATHER AND METAL SPIKES, AND PUT HER IN A DOG KENNEL, AND THEN SHOT HER!
I AM THE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE QUEEN, AND I SAID, AM I SUPPOSE TO THINK THAT IS COOL?
WELL I DON'T!
BIKERS, OWN THEIR BIKER BITCHES, TREAT THEM, LIKE SHIT, BUT IF YOU MESS WITH THEM, YOU ARE DEAD!
NOT YET, THANK GOD, ONLY!
HOMECOMING.
PROTECT YOURSELF, BECAUSE NOBODY ELSE WILL!
NOT SHIT!
SO, ALONG THIS LINE, THE OTHER NIGHT AFTER ESCAPING THE DEA STINK OP, BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH, AND DITCHING THE SKATEBOARD KILLER, AND SOME OTHER VOICE THAT FOLLOWED ME IN THE VERY DARK NIGHT, I WAS RELAXING, SMILING HEARING THE HARLEY HOG, RIPPIN' AND SCREAMIN' UP THE STREETS OF THE CITY, AFTER THE BOTCHED, STING, LAUGHING, AT KENNEDY AND HIS CREW, ROSS, AND DICK'S PRICKS . . . AND I CAME TO ABOUT THE HOUSE BEFORE THE SUPER 8, BUT EXHAUSTED AND VERY TIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED, FOR 7 YEARS, BECAUSE OF THIS SHIT, BUT, ANYWAY, I WENT TO LEAN UP AGAINST AN OLD BEATER, CAR, WALKED AROUND THE BACK, WENT TO STOP, AND REST, AND THE SIGNS AND SYMBOLS OF THE CAR, BLASTED ME AND CONFIRMED, JUST WHAT I THOUGHT, I HAD DITCHED, MY SURE, DEATH!
THE CAR TRUCK WAS, OPEN, JUST LIKE YOU SEE IN ALL THE TRUE CRIME SHOWS, WHERE THEY PUT THE BODY!
FREAKED, I KEPT GOING!
I ALWAYS DISMISS, THESE MILLIONS OF HITS AND STINGS, BECAUSE, I HAVE ALWAYS, GOTTEN AWAY . . . BUT THIS ONE APPEARED, CLOSER THAN NORMAL, AND MORE PLANNED, WITH, SURVEILLANCE AND COPS ALL OVER THE FUCKIN' PLACE.
I THINK GOD WAS SAYING, YOU ARE REAL LUCKY SWEATHEART!
I GOT TO CHECK OUT AND FACE REALITY AGAIN . . . EVEN HERE, THE MOTEL NIGHT DUDE, PLACED ME, NEAR THE BACK STAIRS, EASY, TO HAUL A BODY OUT OF HERE . . . PLANNED, PROBABLY.
LUCK THAT LASTS A LIFETIME!
AN ONE HELL OF AN INTEL MAN!
KISS YOU GOD!
GOTTA GO!
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