The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“A-Aren’t you worried about the c-cops?”
He laughs, “Why the fuck would I be worried about the cops for?”
“Rodney’s murder, they’re bound to start investigating his disappearance at some stage.”
“Honey, by the time anyone gives a shit where Rodney is, we’ll be a memory.”
“What’s that supposed mean?”
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