I remember one time, we were in Nevada. I was the new guy at that time. I was call the Outhouse. That ment i had to dig the holes for the bodies. I think because i hated doing it, is why i wanted to blow people up. Most of the evidence would burn. This one night me and Dirty Wood, was talking about what we were going to do with our life if we lived long enough to get out of this mess.
They called him Dirty Wood, because he had the HIV. But he was still fvcking hoes. Sometimes he would break the comdems on purpose. What the *uck was i going to do?, call the Board of Health on him. They said he caught it from some b1tch that Magic Johnson fvcked back in the day. He didnt have any trouble getting Azz. He was one of those rough built motherfvckers. HE was messed up in the head because of catching HIV. Of course it was the womans fault. *hit, i wore a condem when one of them hoes gave me a Handjob. Nevada hoes was hot in more ways than one.
Dirty Wood was the insurance man. If somebody wanted to get rid of a person they had a big policy on, he was sent to do what had to be done. Trust me, this motherf*cker would throw the policy (the insured) in front of a train in broad day light. The paper would say someone fell off the platform onto the tracks. If he was in a good mood, he would just drug them, then get a Outhouse to dig a hole, and we would bury them alive. The only bad part about that was we had to dig them back up. The insurance company paid faster when they had a body.
We got paid faster too.

very contemporary write ~ you should keep them all together in a thread as the story unravels!

You do have some interesting reads..