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    The line begins to blur PT 1

     

    I think that might have been a mistake.

     

    There are things that I said I would never do.

    There are things that I cannot believe have come true.

    For my soul is too sick and too little and too late

    And myself I have grown too weary to hate.

     

     

    The line begins to blur CH.1

     

    My name is Shane McCutheon. And I am an illegal street racer. I roll with the Slayer X crew from Bakersfield Ca. When I was twelve my dad got killed right in front of me. They shot him in the face and left with his GTO. He lost the race and he didn’t want to give up his pinks. And they killed him for it. People have said that seeing something like that could make you a mean person. I disagree seeing my dad take two in the face didn’t make me mean it made me sad. Seeing my dad shoot my mom and her lover on the other hand had the effect of meanness.

     

    Curtis was the number two to my dad. But now that dad was gone Curt was numero uno.

     

    When I was 13 I fell for Sashay Quoins. Curtis said “the only thing a dyke was good for was warming up my bitches!” So that became my job. I would make the new girls feel more comfortable. And he left me alone under the guise of family loyalty. On top of illegal street racing, Curt was also a pimp a pusher and an all around fuck head. His son Mark was my best friend. My only friend.

     

    Mark built engines stole cars, and fucked everything I didn’t. We where often called the dynamic duo we where so in sync.

     

    Life was simple back then. Then I met Carmen.

     

    She was the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen. And somehow I felt like she was  gonna be the death of me.

     

    It was Elliot’s party. Elliot was a wannabe, but he threw great parties and most people didn’t mind using him for free booze and drugs and girls everywhere. Boys too if you where so inclined. I didn’t want either. I was restless. I had my technique down so well with the girls in “Curt Harem” as he liked to call it and man I was bored. So flash to the couch and Mark jerking me about Carmen.

    Comments

    1. Baby-girl, this is priceless!! Seriously, you have gotta’ continue . . . I mean finally something different, I really like this, If you don’t continue soon, I will die . . . So unless you want to be put down for 1st degree, I suggest you continue and SOON!!!! LMFAO!!! LYLAS ;-p

    2. Hey, hello . . . is this thing workin’ . . . . YOU NEED TO UPDATE NOW, LIKE NOW, AS IN NOW, WHICH MEANS RIGHT NOW!!! LMFAO!!! PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEE!!!!!!!!! DO IT BEFORE I GO INSANE!!! LYLAS ;-p

    3. ‘West Side Story’ meets the ‘L Word’. Perfect. Love how you’ve written the characters & Shane & Carmens instant attraction to one another. Amazing start, plz post soon.

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