Rhage 1.19.12

*I looked around the apartment. It had never been a candidate for House & Home but it looked even worse now. Bare. An empty shell. I packed the last of my blood 'n' guts movie cases into a box and reached for the packing tape. Cursing loudly, I finally managed to at least secure part of it. How the fuck was I, an ace shot, able to wield a knife like a pro, beat most anyone in hand to hand combat and be able to stitch up wounds like a surgeon but I couldn't wrangle packing tape? No matter what I did, that fucking shit always ended up twisted and ripped and it usually took a dozen layers before anything was sealed.

The Virgin save me from ever needing to wrap gifts. Anyone getting one was getting it in a fucking paper bag. End of. With a growl, I grabbed the badly wrapped box and carried it outside to stow in the GTO, along with the rest of my meager belongings: some clothes and more movies.

I took one last look up at the building then up and down street before climbing in behind the wheel. Off to fucking play house with the brothers. Next thing we'll be sitting around a campfire singing fucking kumbaya. Hallefuckinglujah* #BBDB