Americana

"What do you want?"

Here we are sitting in a car with a stranger who's probably going to kill me.

But while he was in the front drivers seat, I'm stuck In the back like a child.

"Well sweetie pie, your father took something from me many years ago. So. If you tell me where he is, I'll let you go darlin."

Yeah right. I know how this goes.

He's gonna kill me of I tell him anything.

"Why would I tell you anything?"

He looks back at me, with this death stare. He looked upset. And when people get upset they usually do something bad.

So yeah I'm f.u.c.k.e.d.

"Just tell me where he is darlin."

"Six feet under."

I laugh a little as it is hilarious that the devils dead.

"Well that's too bad, now I guess I'll just have to kill you now."

F.u.c.k.i.n.g shit.