Hunter

I went for a drive last night, looking for a 24-hour laundry mat because some hot, angel of a bitch smashed her stilettos on the door of my washer and dryer as I gyrated orbits right up against her greased lightning–on cocaine.

Incredible.

I ended up finding one–a hop, skip, and a jump away from a smoke shop featuring hand-rolled Cubans and DirecTV.

Score.

Hunter, inspired by Hunter S. Thomson, Short scene by R.A.D.

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