This is day 3 of 30.
I have no idea how this came up today. I kind of scared myself when I looked at it this morning. Between Drexl’s smack talk and the photos of the satan worshipping “Night Stalker” I had googled, I have the creeps.
“No thanks? What does that mean? Means you ate before you came down here? All full. Is that it? Naw, I don’t think so. I think you’re too scared to be eatin’. Now, see we’re sittin’ down here, ready to negotiate, and you’ve already given up your shit. I’m still a mystery to you. But I know exactly where your white ass is comin’ from. See, if I asked you if you wanted some dinner and you grabbed an egg roll and started to chow down, I’d say to myself, “This motherfucker’s carryin’ on like he ain’t got a care in the world. Who know? Maybe he don’t. Maybe this fool’s such a bad motherfucker, he don’t got to worry about nothin’, he just sit down, eat my Chinese, watch my TV.” See? You ain’t even sat down yet. On that TV there, since you been in the room, is a woman with her breasteses hangin’ out, and you ain’t even bothered to look. You just been clockin’ me. Now, I know I’m pretty, but I ain’t as pretty as a couple of titties.” ~Drexl Spivey, True Romance
I vaguely remember posting a Facebook update once years ago, saying something about Drexl being kind of hot. I’m wondering why the hell I would think that or say that, because Drexl Spivey pretty much ranks the same as Richard Ramirez, aka “The Night Stalker.” Only he was real, or at least he was before he died, and he’s the reason I get jumpy when the windows are open when we’re sleeping just because my husband needs air.
You know what? Don’t google Richard Ramirez a half an hour before you go to sleep. Close your windows now, before you forget and blow it off. And there’s a Mrs Ramirez out there; Yup, he had a wife. You just can’t make this shit up.
Falling asleep. xoxo