Dead Classic (vampire) was in my trunk. Me and Adam drove off to some overpass and threw him in a ditch. I sat on the trunk waiting for Jo’s car to come down the road. I killed the Classic, shot him, and now everyone’s in a tizzy like we’ve never had to rush out of someplace quick.
I’m pocketing the revolver it was carrying no matter how many mom faces Tyler pulls.
We ended up North to some small town Tyler picked out. Adam wanted to drive but fuck that I couldn’t sit there idle by knowing I’m the reason that we had to leave early (despite putting the damn thing down before it could hurt anyone). Motels alright there’s some kind of civilization growing around the bathtub I’m taking refuge in in mine and Adams shared room. Avoiding sleep. Eating Donettes.
