Murhder 1.10.12

-snatching the wrinkled up paper shoved into the handlebars of his bike, he frowned at it, recognizing Vishous' scrawl immediately...a fucking meeting. Fuck. He had other plans for Friday the 13th...FUCK!...he debated on rolling the note and smoking it but thought better of it. He would listen to what the brother had to say...and THEN go do his Friday the 13th pillaging. Yeah.-grins at the working girls on his way by, his hair flying about his face, the bike rumbling, causing an echo between the buildings-