“The second he took the photo, he was shot and killed by the man in the back. One of the only times, if not the only time, someone has captured their own assassination on film.”
“The person we found wasn’t really identifiable as a human being, just a pile of meat. What gave it away were the scraps of clothing mixed into the pile.”
I don’t know if he was joking around or dead serious. Honestly, it didn’t make a fucking difference. I didn’t want a guy that thought like that, that teased like that.
Instead of tossing rose petals from a basket, she made her ‘flower’ girl toss out handfuls of dead flies. Everyone loved that little touch. Assumed they were fake. I think I was the only person to notice one shiver and attempt to fly away.
“When she was a baby, she’d never stop crying. One night I couldn’t take it anymore, so I put a pillow over her tiny face and I held it down until her legs stopped kicking.”
Hell isn’t fire. It’s water. And the devil isn’t a grown man. It’s a little girl. Wide eyed and pink lipped and petite.
“Found his wife having a love affair, so he cut off the man’s head and preserved it in a jar so that he could have his wife visit it daily.”
My grandmother has Alzheimer’s, so when I wiped off an old vinyl record I’d found in her basement, she couldn’t warn me to burn the motherfucker.
“I picked it up and realized it was a tongue. A human tongue.”
What I learned from his and my experiences is just as when you’ve become comfortable, when you least expect it, when you have your guard down – the other side will sneak up on you to remind you life is not all what it seems.