Can I Just Say…?

There's a term used for people like me, the people who like death and horror, who fantasize about blood on everything, people who are deemed creepy for having dreams of murder. It's not like I'd actively go and find someone to tear limb from limb, but the dreams tell me I could do it and I'd be fine after.

At least that's what I thought…

This morning I woke up covered in blood, I checked myself and found no wounds so I know it's not mine. I hurried up and showered, shaved, and got ready for the day. Externally I seemed put together but internally, oooh boy was that a mess and a half, I was constantly looking at my rearview mirror and peeping at my side mirrors scanning for police, waiting for one to pull up behind and pull me over for whatever bs excuse they could find and see just a small speck of blood I may have missed and arrest me on the spot.

Hell I was so engorged with my wild fantasies that I didn't see the light turn red and ended up blowing right through it, thankfully there was no oncoming traffic. Next thing I know you pulled up behind me and pulled me over for running a red light, now here we are!

Anyway can I just say, you do an excellent job of hiding your vehicle!