10:07 a.m. - 2002-01-17
the line between the devils teeth
he is driving me home from work, it's 2am.
I see him pass three entrances to my street and he keeps on driving somewhere.
"dad, what are you doing? you should have turned there!"
he answers, with a cold calm tone
"I'm going to kill you."
"what?!"
"yeah. me and your mom had a little talk and we've decided that this way we won't have to put up with all your shit anymore and the insurance money from your death would be a nice compensating bonus for all we've been through with you".
