I would go to a Halloween party with a costume that requires a man wig.
A year and a half later I would wear that wig, clothing that would overload my features, including some funky sunglasses, and board a bus in a small nearby town, travelling to Arkansas.
Once in Arkansas I would search the newspaper for some loser selling a heap of shit car in a small town. I would buy a cheap car for $1,000 cash, still wearing the wig, with gloves on, giving the person a false name and address, and I would never take possession of the title. I would park the car in a heavily trafficked parking lot, say a 24 hour WalMart, near the bus station in major city close to me.
On a day off, I would drive the car to New Orleans, where late at night in the slums I would purchase a gun for cash. I would then build a homemade silencer (basically two concentric tubes with several small holes, and a bunch of paper towels or hand towels in the inner ring), which can be made easily with materials purchased at WalMart, but never works for more than a few shots.
One Friday evening I would get my live-in girlfriend half drunk, and let her take a sleeping pill. I would then put in a movie to which I could quote every line. That's my alibi. Then, donning the disguise I would grab the late bus to the station by the out of town WalMart and retrieve the car, drive to your house, in said car with said gun, wearing gloves and strange clothes, walk to your bedroom window, bash it in, fire several rounds into you from the window, and drive away.
I would take the car to Shreveport and leave it in an alley, with the keys in it. I would douse the clothes with bleach and lighter fluid, throw them in an alley dumpster, and light them. I would take a file and run it the length of the interior of the barrel. I would then walk over the river bridge to the bus station, tell a passing bum near the casino (there are hundreds) that there is a free car in the alley, dropping the gun into the river as I crossed and the file on the other side of the bridge.
I would take the bus home, and burn the wig and sunglasses in my own fireplace, taking the ashes and flushing them down the toilet one scoop at a time.
My girlfriend would wake up at 9:30 on a lazy Saturday, we would go to IHOP, you would be dead and even Grissom couldn't catch me
I'm just saying...
A year and a half later I would wear that wig, clothing that would overload my features, including some funky sunglasses, and board a bus in a small nearby town, travelling to Arkansas.
Once in Arkansas I would search the newspaper for some loser selling a heap of shit car in a small town. I would buy a cheap car for $1,000 cash, still wearing the wig, with gloves on, giving the person a false name and address, and I would never take possession of the title. I would park the car in a heavily trafficked parking lot, say a 24 hour WalMart, near the bus station in major city close to me.
On a day off, I would drive the car to New Orleans, where late at night in the slums I would purchase a gun for cash. I would then build a homemade silencer (basically two concentric tubes with several small holes, and a bunch of paper towels or hand towels in the inner ring), which can be made easily with materials purchased at WalMart, but never works for more than a few shots.
One Friday evening I would get my live-in girlfriend half drunk, and let her take a sleeping pill. I would then put in a movie to which I could quote every line. That's my alibi. Then, donning the disguise I would grab the late bus to the station by the out of town WalMart and retrieve the car, drive to your house, in said car with said gun, wearing gloves and strange clothes, walk to your bedroom window, bash it in, fire several rounds into you from the window, and drive away.
I would take the car to Shreveport and leave it in an alley, with the keys in it. I would douse the clothes with bleach and lighter fluid, throw them in an alley dumpster, and light them. I would take a file and run it the length of the interior of the barrel. I would then walk over the river bridge to the bus station, tell a passing bum near the casino (there are hundreds) that there is a free car in the alley, dropping the gun into the river as I crossed and the file on the other side of the bridge.
I would take the bus home, and burn the wig and sunglasses in my own fireplace, taking the ashes and flushing them down the toilet one scoop at a time.
My girlfriend would wake up at 9:30 on a lazy Saturday, we would go to IHOP, you would be dead and even Grissom couldn't catch me
I'm just saying...
Last edited by Dersmikner (2006-08-20 09:56:44)
