That's weird. I went to paste the link from my old blog on blog spot and it won't work.
It says it's got no https:
hmm. idk. Well, whatever. I will just redo it here. :D
This is just a cool thing I wrote a long time ago.
Rewritten for The Council.
Sunday, July 3, 2011.
Durant, Oklahoma.
(I lived in an apartment on the college campus there. And I would often walk across the campus and a little way on to get to the Love's Country Store there where I could purchase many necessary items like cigarettes and soda pop. snickers bars. a sandwich. what have you.)
I was walkin along last night listening to a song in my head.
“Poor boy took his father’s bread and started on down the road. Took all he had and started on down the road. Goin out in this world, where god only knows, and that’ll be the way to get along”
So, I was singin this tune in my head and walkin down the road last night. I wanted a soda pop and a pack of smokes. I passed a house on the way that I like and tried to snap a pic of it, but my camera didn’t wanna work right so I just went on and got my shit from the Love’s Country Store and assured the clerk that I am indeed of age and listened to her talk about her high school reunion.
It was very uninteresting. So, with soda in hand, I go back to walking.
I came back to the house that I like and tried to take a pic again.
Some turds in a fuckin Toyota drove by and yell something dumb. Maybe I looked funny trying to take a picture of that house in the dark. Anyway, I still didn’t get a good pic.
They came back around the block in a stupid car that they thought looked super awesome and slowed down to say some more shit. I had tunes in my head, though. So, I didn’t catch it. But I decided it may be wise to listen, since they were being dicks. Dicks can be dangerous sometimes. And sure enough, they thought they were.
They said things to try and get me to get in their sweet car so they could give me a ride.
No thanks. Then they wanted to be persistent and keep up with the bullshit, so I threw my soda pop on their dumb ride. Ooops. Haha.
They didn’t appreciate that and quickly exited the vehicle and came at me all scary like.
I was a little bit scared, yeah. There were two of them. So, I ran.
But douchebag numero uno caught me. Lame.
He shoved me in the backseat of his shit car and him and his pal get in the front and peel out.
They say some dumbass shit about me being a bitch and how I’m gonna make it up to them.
Blah blah blah. But they are dumb. We have established that.
They were unaware that I carried a big fucking knife.
It sorta fits in my pocket, but I wouldn’t call it a pocketknife.
So, while they blasted Creed music and talked shit about how badass they were and how they were gonna do all sorts of bad things to me... I was pulling out said knife and waiting for them to be in a good spot to sorta maybe crash this crap car if I had to. When I saw a nice spot to run off the road, if need be, I just casually reached up around the front seat and sliced open the dumb guy's throat in front of me and then quickly as the driver was trying to steer and reach back at me- I moved around and stuck the whole knife in his neck and climbed over his bleeding butt buddy and grabbed the wheel. He was too busy gushing lots of blood to stop me. So was the one in the driver seat. I pulled the wheel slightly to the right and let the car coast to a stop on the shoulder. I pulled my knife out of his neck and turned off the Creed music. “Creed sucks,” I told him.
I opened the passenger door and climbed out over the other dude and started walking again and singing to myself,
“Believe I’ll go back home or down the road as far as I can go. And that’ll be the way I get along.”
I really wished I still had some soda pop. I had to waste almost the whole thing.
I only got like two or three drinks out of it. Fucking assholes.
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