The first night on the way to Canada we slept together but did not have any sort of copulation practice. I felt to strongly about her to do anything like that to her. So the first night she fell asleep in my arms in a giant field off some highway. I felt worried about the frost in the morning. All we had was this one sleeping bag and she was not in a stable enough situation to survive the frost. But when I awoke she was huddled over a small fire she had built, trying to suck as much energy off the heat as she could. At this point a strange thought crossed my mind. What was her motive to join me on this trip? What was in it for her? as she stood up she reached into my pack and took some packets out quickly glancing over me to make sure I was asleep. On her glance I closed my eyes. She then shoved the packets down her pants and went again to the fire. Damn that whore.
I took out a magnum tucked under my pillow and I shot her. Four times in the back and three in the head as she lie dying. The fact was there wasn't enough of the stuff for the both of us and if she was going to steal from me then I couldn't have her around. I gave this shooting no second thought as I packed up my stuff and left. I buried the remains of the fire to dodge out of the line of the trackers the cops had on me. And I chucked the body into some river, after removing the packets from her blood stained pants.
I went to the next town by swimming down the same river I dumped the body. I knew if they had dogs on me they'd loose my scent in the river. On the way there I was wondering what to do when I got to Canada. I knew I couldn't get a job due to my social security being watched to see where id come up so I had to bum a place off of someone till this shit settled down.
There wasn't a trial or anything so they'd probably forget about it in a couple of years. Thank god that fat fucker didn't have a family or they'd drag this case on forever. This way it was just me against the court assigned prosecutor and they never scared me. I once killed a bus full of maniacs bound for an insane asylum and the case was dropped because not enough people cared for these maniacs. The jury figured "Hey, they were all going to rot in padded cells anyway, so what life is he really taking?"
While swimming I decided id kill some pirate sort of guy and take over his status. When I say pirate type you know what I mean the type of guy who just steals jewelry and probably sells crack or trades it for stolen stuff. Well anyway id take over his position because I could just have him disappear and a refined man take his s.s. Number. I figured nobody would care if a pirate was dead or if he refined. The neighbors would probably be thankful.
So when I got to the next town, I started looking for the red light district. I basically just asked some guys where I could score some horse. This fat guy in a red jumpsuit with gelled back hair and chains dangling off his greasy Italian flesh led me to some Italian restaurant where I guess some guy at the mob would hook me up. So I'm down their and this old guys staring at me like he's going to eat me (believe me I know the look).
So I ask him "hey old man, why the fuck you starin at me like I'ma peicea meat?"