He stood outside the restaurant. Away from the window. Far from the door. He knew the emotion he was feeling was hate. He knew he had to do something. Those bitches must pay , he thought. He walked back to his 2006 Chevy Express Cargo Van. Slinking toward his home on wheels, a plan began to formulate in his mind. He knew what he would do. Killing them would be too good for them , he thought. I'll get them where they live. Their money and happiness. Thirty years ago... Those damn ugly, horrible bitchy girls, thought Tolly. I don't need them. I don't want them. As Tolly reached the end of the park, a man stood near a windowless Chevy van. He looked up at the man that stood by the van. Tolly thought he recognized him. "Dad!" He exclaimed. Tolly Sr. left his wife and son several years ago. Tolly hadn't seen his dad in three years. "What are you doing here?" Tolly wiped his eyes embarrassed of his tears. "What do you say there, boy?...
Random and mostly useless, worthless thoughts from a grumpy old hombre with little patience for the foolishness of humanity.