Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Y3 D335
I don't feel like writing today. I don't feel like doing anything today except hiding away and not talking to anyone about anything. I don't want to see anyone or talk to anyone or be anyone. It's a good thing I don't keep guns in the house. Not that I would use a gun anyway. Too messy. Same thing with razor blades. Not to mention where the hell do you even find straight razor blades any more? Do they sell them anywhere? Hanging is out because I have no beams or hooks or anything in the house that would work. I would have to do it off the balcony and then my body would be found too quickly. No garage so no carbon monoxide poisoning. My best bet is to drive into traffic while on the motorcycle. If I use the car there's too much chance of the airbags popping and me just ending up broken boned. But on the bike? One right swerve in front of a semi and splat. The wheels would finish what the collision doesn't take care of on impact. Plus the insurance would cover the bike debt. Easy enough to make a motorcycle accident look exactly like that, an accident. A little bit of gravel or oil on the road, back tire spins out, slide into on coming semi truck. Bam. Gone and done.
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