I killed him

His blood ran red dripping from my hands falling ever so quiantly to the floor. As if this was all just a scripted show being played out on the screen for the very first time. A pilot episode of how I killed that runt.

WHAT DIDN ”T YOU SEE HIM DO IT ?

How did I find myself in that predicament? I don’t know I guess life skips memories like the beats of a song on a scrapped LS record.

HELLO , HELLO MR. WOULD YOU LIKE SOME ICE CREAM BEFORE YOU DIE ???

Did I kill him? Did I? Maybe, I know I would have felt better if I did. I have been waiting for him to die for some time now. I always wanted him to die.

HELLO LUCY I ‘M HOME ! I HOPE YOU READY TO GET YOUR HEAD unintelligible LUCY!

I stood, or did I stand. My legs started walking … flying I don’t know maybe I was swimming. There was clouds … no water… Jello! Was I sliding through jello?

FOUR SCORES AND SEVEN YEARS AGO I SHOT DEM MUTHERF unintelligible WITH MY UZI .

Seriously what the hell was with the goddamn panda?