my boyfriend (who i think was jason) was cut to ribbons by a killer while i watched.
he told me not to tell or he'd cut me up as well.
instead he offered me this advice, "torch the place".
i wrestled with my own inner conflict for three days.
i attempted burning the cabin where he lived.
i thought about turning the killer in.
i thought about running away.
before any of this was accomplished, a woman found him.
i went back as she pulled back the bed spread.
only he wasn't dead.
he just needed to go to doctor.

joel wanted to know if we went to texas road house
"in a sense..." i told him.