Night Crawler, vol. 2
Jae Howard
Copyright Jae Howard 2011
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Night Crawler 2 – Revenge
10 years in this miserable hell hole thinking about what I did wrong that got me caught and methodically planning how I would exact my revenge on that bitch Shelly. 10 long years and now tomorrow I am out of here. They asked me what my plans were when I leave this joint and made sure I knew who I had to report to and all that bullshit. Oh, I have plans alright, big plans that have nothing to do with checking in with some dumb ass parole officer. 10 years gave me plenty of time to figure things out. Three hours of pushups every day, pretending to be remorse with the same dumbass counselor, yeah he really wants to know what my mother did to me to make me like this, or what I ultimately did to her. I don’t think so. I don’t give a fuck about those bitches. The best thing about prison was making friends with someone who could do me some good once I got outside.
Ernie was some squirrely little fuck that shared a cell with me and it just so happens he was handy for something other than a head job. He knew someone who I can get an identity from when I get outside. I made sure to get the directions right to his house and I made sure Ernie knew if he was fucking me over I would be waiting for him the day of his release and he wouldn’t be seeing his family ever again. He told me, “ this dude is for real, just go see big Mike and he would set it all up. “ I have had a hard on for the last 3 weeks just thinking about my plans for Shelly. I grew a beard for the last 5 years and shaved my head and I am positive that bitch won’t recognize me until I am good and ready to let her know who I am and what I have to do to her and why. She’s fucked. I have had a lot of time to think about this and I won’t be screwing up again. Montana and Washington was kids play compared to what I have in mind now. I can hardly get to sleep knowing tomorrow is the day. The day my whole life starts again. Rehabilitated my ass, if they only knew they would never be letting my ass out to see the light of day. Oh, I acted sorry alright, I even worked up a tear or two to seem sincere, and I learned fast how to play their little game and gave them exactly what they wanted. Now the gig is up.