If you see a bitch with big tits, a big ass, brown hair, and a wide mouth, go talk to her ‘til I get there. Cuz, obviously, bugfuck here gotta purge his soul.” After the two men left and Christopher had lit cigarettes for them, Johnnie hung his head. “Why, Christopher?” He didn’t even know what the fuck he was questioning. “A zillion fuckin’ whys exist in the world, John Boy. I hardly ever know the fuckin’ answer to one why.” In silence, then took drags on their cigarettes, the smoke floating in the crisp air, evaporating into nothingness. “You got some hard fuckin’ choices to make,” Christopher began, tipping his head back and blowing more smoke in the air. “You can’t go around killin’ motherfuckers for being idiots. With all the stupid fuckheads in the world, you’d be killin’ at least once a day.” “I know.”
