By tristancarax on Skatehive
The slug is the reason I'm writing this to you. You should know because it was your brother that pulled the trigger and shot four slugs into me while I was laying on the floor with my woman. What type of man does this? I'll tell you. One that doesn't want to live on this plane of existence, that's who. One that doesn't care about the life he was given, that's who. How did I survive? That is a question I'll answer you once I've got you tied to the front of my car jamming down the freeway at a hundred miles an hour. You're not safe from me. I vowed to take your brother's whole family because of the two babies, one my wife, the other still baking in the oven, that were taken from me. There is no use in hiding. I'll find you. I've got the connections. The best thing for you to do is to stay put right where you are. Don't make this harder on yourself. I love chancing runners because that means I get to drag out the torture after having had the time to think of all that I'd like to do. Freew