Call me Hurricane: A Semi-true and Fucked up Story

Chapter 4: I heard she threw him through the glass door...

With the last chapter you could tell we are headed for disaster, and let me tell you for as far as disasters go this ends in the most amazing unicorn flames. This is where we are going to take a break and play upon the rumors one had created while in Jail, especially when the flames are being fed by friends of the super EX and the super EX themselves.

I heard she threw him through a glass door, this one is my favorites because anyone that saw the damage would have to know that the door was broke from the outside in. Guess how that got broken, not answering the front door when the cops respond to a 911 call at your house. Here in New Mexico if they hear screaming be prepared to lose the glass on your sliding glass window its just the way it is. Good news when there is a real threat to yours or anyone's life lets say by a serial killer the cops will be there in twenty minutes to break your glass door and watch just in time to see the life slowly leave your eyes.

She is in Jail on attempted murder, this one I heard came right from the super exes mouth, basically everyone in our circles heard I was taken to jail for attempting to murder Evan. Guess what, I wouldn't be out of bond if I attempted to murder someone. I am giving the southern New Mexico credit that they wouldn't do that. Then again the response time is just in time as you remember to see the life leave your eyes so who knows. I did not attempt to murder Evan, because honestly if I was ever to go down for attempting murder, I would be in there for first degree murder. Why try and fail and get almost as much time, Might as well make sure you can complete the task.

My favorite lie in this whole mess is that I own a 9mm handgun, let me say this: I love a good gun and shooting it at the range. I do not own any firearms and never have not in my entire life. This choice came about after I went out drinking in a quarry with a bunch of army guys who were out there shooting random shit. I went to video tape, but the more drunk I got the more I gave into the peer pressure your parents warn you about. Drunk off my ass I forgot the number one rule in gun safety and put my finger in the way of the slide. Tip of my finger meet desert floor. No guns for me, I want to keep the rest of my finger tips.

Moral of this Chapter: I am a total bad ass don't fuck with me, wait that's not it... Don't believe everything you hear.