Chapter 2
ARLAN BARDOT
I had never been the type for violence or crazy tendencies. In fact I had always happened to be the sane, patronizing sibling in my family of rock heads, I was the only clear headed one. I had never really felt the wish to harm someone - well except for that one time on senior high when Paula went to tell the whole student body that I had a dick the size of her pinky and that I preferred guys.
At that time, I would have gladly shot a loaded gun into her brain and watched it splatter across the school hallway. But that was normal for every child in high school, once in a while we felt the world was better without some pricks and prickesses, and that was totally acceptable but I never even looked the bitch's way because I knew how much she enjoyed my SMALL PINKY size of a dick. She enjoyed it so well that she started begging me for months for another chance. I knew she was just frustrated and that was why she spread such a sick news.
