Bastian eyed his mustache in the rear-view mirror, cracked open Cinderella’s Long Cold Winter tape case, fastforwarded through all the crap until coming to his real inspiration for murder.

Gypsy Road. God, that song made him want to kill -to feel the life slowly seep from his victim. It made his head swim to think of their eyes rolling back in their heads, dilating, and glazing over with lifelessness. This was his song.

Bastian began singing…”My gypsy road cant take me home. I drive all night just to see the light. My gypsy road cant take me home. I keep on pushin cause…”

He stopped singing when he caught his hairy upper lip in the mirror again.

“Keep on pushing cause it feeeeeeels alright!”

Wait, he thought. This isn’t my song. It’s “Fire and Ice.” No. Not that, he remembered. He needed the Night Songs album.