I stared at the back of her head. I knew what i had to do. This wasnt what i was use to. I was use to hearing a bang, and seeing a cloud of dust. She was suppose to be in the car, Stupid B1tch. Out like a fvcking light. Is she drunk? Is she sick? I got closer to the bed. She looked blue. I touched her shoulder. Cold as ice. Dont tell me the guy i just blew up killed this b1tch. Who is she? I found her purse hangging on the door knob. Just like most woman, she had a bunch of crap in it. Her name is Pilar. What kind of name is that? In her pictures she was fine as hell. She didnt look to good in that bed. Now if i was suppose to blow Ms Pilar up, and someone else killed her. This crap stinks. What the hell am i going to do? My people want to read that she blew up. This is fvcked up. I dont get names, i just get the info on the type of vehicle, and where. Somebody double booked on this b1tch. They wanted her azz dead for sure. Wait, what does that say about me? I dont miss. To bad for that other Motherfvcker. He wasnt suppose to be in the car. Damn, now i have to fix this mess. He isnt going to take credit for my job. I will just have to put Ms Pilar in the car i drove here, and kill this heifer again. Im getting to old for this. Maybe i should go into Trucking.

interesting...does it continue?

...uhhh..yea, interesting...

Well, i just give a little ata time. Its part of my book