Murder, bloody murder.
not sex, but the threat of death.
was traveling by train to the rural town where my parents lived many years ago. was sat alone in a 'snug' of 6 seats, 3 facing one way, 3 facing the other, with my face burried in my book and headphones on. about half way on the 3 hour jurney a bogan girl and her rough as guts bloke take 2 of the seats facing me.
eventualy the tape in my player stops and thier conversation makes it way to my ears. for nearly an hour i listened to the bloke angrily and graphicly plot the murder of the girls ex. all the while she pleaded, ordered and threatened him not to. it was to be an unsubtle crime, many options offered for the deed including guns, cars and fists. the body was to be weighted and deposited in a local friends dam. as a quiet and painfully shy youth, i was too scared and strangely facinated to move or change the tape lest he discover i had overheard. it was an awkward and long trip. thankfully they got off a town or two before i did. i think i would have been happier for them just to be going at it instead. on reflection he was almost certainly all just talk like most of the yobs down that way.... almost...certainly.
(lazy killer robot found that beer tastes better when your older, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 6:32, Reply)