[ THE EXCITING STUFF BEGINS IN CHAP 4 ]


     Earlier today, while driving over 
a bridge, I saw the car in front of me 
throw a bag over the side and down to  
the river below.                       
     Just before it went over the side,
I saw it squirm, like there was some-  
thing alive inside.                    
     I also felt a little excited, but 
there was no way, that animal was gonna
die on my watch. No, fucking, way.     
     Like I explained, I was on a      
bridge, and I couldn't just stop and   
turn around. Traffic was moving        
smoothly enough, but it'd still be a   
miracle if I could get my car going    
back the other way in time.            
     And, even if I were able to do    
* that, I could still run there faster,    
and decided to ditch my car somehow,   
but how?                               
     I could just pull over and take my
chances, but that's when I saw the two 
guys, in the bag-throwing car, high    
fiving and laughing their asses off.   
     Did that really happen, or was I  
imagining the whole thing?             
     I didn't care, and it didn't      
matter, because my blood started boil- 
ing, and I screamed,  YOU FUCKING,     
MURDERING ASSHOLES!!  and floored it.  
     After that, all I could think     
about was saving whatever was in that  
bag.                                   
     I told you, I wasn't a good       
person, because looking back on it, I  
could've hurt or killed a lot of people
doing what I did, including myself.    
     Before flooring it, I took a good 
look at their license plate, instinct- 
ively lowered my window, and then      
calculated the right angle.            
     I hit them so hard it spun us     
both around sideways, until finally,   
into the side of the bridge.           



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