KILLING A RETARD

KILLING A RETARD

Posted by on Sep 19, 2014 in Writing | 3 Comments

The late night I decided to kill a retarded couple. Every day after clocking out from his machine shop my stepfather would buy a twelve-pack, a bottle of wine, and hit the roads. He never make it back until late, every … single … night. One night I decided to ask if I could tag […]