The Confession of the Last Bullit Driver
Yay you won ... I hade à weird Idea This was going to be like Instagram .. Positive people sending real feedback and help to improve my writing .. But people are fucking mean here ..
The sun was red the day I left my hometown. I can still taste the lemons on my toung . They stod on the border spitting at my name, liar, killer and a theif.
Its really weird how i am suppose to breath, when you dont exhale for me.
Once you've slept in enough hotels they all finally merge, you can no longer distinguish between the hotel that had a red carpet or which one had blue.
The light had been on now for four houers. In My head I pictured him and me fucking, him and other guys fucking, me raping him. I pictured me randomly running in to him in a cafe or a shoppingmall .
the legend is something we simple drivers used to dream about over coffee in the all-night gasstations. But never ever Would any of us suspect that we Would get thechance.
Do you belive in life before death . "Its those really weird kind of questions that make me love U" You just love me for my thick dick. :-) "Its not even that think ;-)" Cunt!. "I love U " Night.
“We are the generation that had our first kiss in the back ally behind an hotel.