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The Man had a problem with his head. He was 32; the hair on his head had thinned yet grown voraciously down his dumpy stomach, chest, and back for every year he grew older. It was as if the roots on his head were closing shop, and the excess hair was free to blissfully float down his body as time progressed.

My gut instinct says that Cherry doesn’t love me anymore. I had to agree with it as she plunged the knife deep into my stomach. She hesitates, and I don’t know if it’s because she wants to keep me alive or because she hates that my ice-cold stare is haunting her as she moves to shank me. She’s boohooing, but it’s too late for feelings.

My knife has a lot of secrets, and I’m going to tell you one.

Charlie loves Point Break. I swear he owns 18 copies on VHS. His favorite character is Bodhi because the dude surfs, skydives, and robs banks. A real tough guy. My favorite is Johnny Utah because he’s an honest cop who goes undercover to infiltrate Bodhi’s crew. You’ve seen the movie. Keanu Reeves’ best role. 

While I was choking the life out of Ronald, I kept thinking about her. Poor, sweet innocent Rachel. The only sure thing in life is death, but she shouldn’t have gone out like she did: raped, murdered, and hurled into an alley like trash with a needle of junk jammed in her arm.