I told him to wait in the fucking car, he would sill have his stomach if he had just listened. Oh well the kid was a liablity, always asking where his parents were. On my own again. Better this way. Aint gotta look out for the kid no more, its better this way i tell myself before smashing a rotting skull in two with my blunt machete. I start the car and throw the bag of random tins on the blood stained seat next to me, if only he'd stayed in the fucking car!