I am invisible right now. I am standing at the top of the stairs back at Bobby Jo’s house. I am invisible right now because if I weren’t, Bobby Jo would be looking right at me. Bobby Jo is at the bottom of the stairs. She has her hand on the banister. She is spinning around it. She spins back with her arm out and her head back until she hits the rail with her back and then she comes back around to look up at me.

She is wearing very small cotton briefs. They are light blue. The trim on them is dark blue. They look like the underoos I wore as a kid. They look much better on her. She is wearing a very, very small pink shirt that shows off her stomach. It just hangs under her tits, which by the way you can see nicely. She doesn’t like bras. Her tits are not that big. Which is weird because I like a lot of tit. I’m a Russ Myer fan. What can I say.

Anyway.

Bobby Jo is being very playful. Swinging back and forth. She giggles. “Hey girl You want something to eat?” Bobby Jo is talking to the girl who is in the room behind me. “I’m gonna make myself some popcorn You want some?” Bobby Jo laughs. “You really should come down and watch this movie. ……It’s really good ………Come on I have 3-D glasses. ………Damn You’re such a Cunt ............ J/K B/F/F ”

Bobby Jo laughs and walks out of the room.

I am sitting in the back of a dirty fucked up van. It’s white. It has a sticker of Felix the Cat on the back window. It’s a cargo van. There are no seats in the back. The van belongs to Greg. Greg would come down to the Café every night. He would bring his own Styrofoam cups from his house because he didn’t like to drink out of cups that other people drank out of. He wouldn’t even use the creamer cups for his coffee. He wanted cold creamer from the cooler in the back. Gilby stole the van while Greg was taking a shit. I thought that this would be too easy for the gang to get caught. Greg would come out and notice his van gone and call the cops. They would get caught for sure. So when Greg was pushing out this big fucking piece of shit in the Café’s toilet, I gave him an aneurism. A lot of people will die tonight before the Mexican finds Greg dead on the shitter.

Gilby is driving the van. Blacky is in the passenger seat. Back where I am sitting, Red, Snake and Johnny are loading their shotguns and handguns. Red and Snake think that Johnny doesn’t know what he is doing. He doesn’t. This is the first time he has touched a gun. Gilby and Snake are pretty much done with Johnny. The scene he pulled at the Café didn’t make them feel too safe about having him along for the ride. Plus Johnny is about 18 years old. He is just a kid. Snake and Gilby are not comfortable with him. Right now Snake is trying really hard to think of some good, fucked up things to say to him. Snake has low self-esteem. Snake was a secret cutter. That meant that he would get depressed or angry or whatever and instead of dealing with his issues or just getting drunk or something, he would take a razor blade and make long slices on his body in a place where no one could see them. The problem is that he would want to show everyone his ‘secret’ cuttings. That is the thing about secrets. They are so fun to tell, but then they aren’t secrets anymore. You just become untrustworthy. Even to yourself.

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