Ugly Fruit, A Confession

Simple enough, back breaking work, an old broken Chevy Pick Up, my gnawing wife, and a lake. It was simple, so slippy easy. Eels, I fish, eels are tricky to hold, but easy to fish.
You know why? There is so just fucking much of them, you can't place your net without getting them. The little ones squeeze through the holes, but the big ones stay. Fish in barrel, as they say.

I didn't come into this easy, I ain't nobody who talks to dogs, like that other Fuck...I read about them college girls, back in the 70's...murdered like that. Their under things all torn. Like an animal. I might cry...I have me daughter. Not much to talk about, whorish, like her mom. Pretty, though. Sometimes I think I would push her on a swing, take her on a rollercoaster, you know? Father, daughter stuff...

Anyway, you got a smoke? It's hard to smoke here, people think you got Canteen...money. Money. Nice to smoke without being afraid.

Ok, where was I? Don't you put me with those Ted Bundy types, not me. I wanted to love, umhmm, but stuck up little girls don't love, do they? No, they don't.

Why hurt them? Why, I didn't give them more than they were asking for. They scream, ain't my fault I give what they want and they scream.

I give them everything. EVERYTHING. And they scream.

Well, you know, that's the thing. I give them what they want, and they scream...you guys come, and it's just fucking chaos.

I don't know why they scream so much...they want to die.

Why? Why?!

Because if it wasn't me, they would die a long death.

What do I mean?

I know.