this morning #253.

this morning, in the heat of passion he fashioned a rock to the end of a rope and, hoping it would do the trick, dropped it down to the ground. dragging it behind him, he trod down the cul-de-sac with hysteria in every step. now, the first thing he needed to do was figure out which of these fancy ass houses belonged to that adulterous motherfucker. from the center of the circle, he did a 360, taking in each & every one of the properties for clues. in this posh neighborhood, knowing that the target of his rage owned a sports car didn’t help one bit. then it came into focus. only an asshole would own a corvette with a “DRLUV” vanity plate. with that truth now revealed, he let his rope & rock do the talking.