[ WP ] Tell my the story of the worst thing you ever did . Do it from the perspective of the party that was the recipient of your nefarious deed .

It was was n't really that bad of a day, all things considered. Work was boring, but I love construction; it's so nice to be outside all day. Granted, getting to and from work, or anywhere, really, has been a challenge since I lost my license, but, even that inconvenience is n't that big of a deal. I still ca n't forgive myself, you know? I mean, that little girl died... it was an accident, but... fuck. Oh well. Move on, Paul, move on; it's dinner time. Sandwich, soup, it's going to be a good night. I got Jessica coming by later; Katie was yesterday, and Michelle is tomorrow. There might be a lot of bad things people could say about me, but one thing is true, I got a way with the ladies. 
 *notices headlights* 
 Jessica already? 
 *looks outside* T 
 hat's not her car... 
 *car backs out* 
 Hm, guess they're just turning around. Time to crush this sandwich and get ready. 
 *the house is warm, comforting, quiet, maybe even unsettling, if you let it get to you* 
 Ya know, if only I was as capable at making food as I was getting girls' numbers, I think I'd be set! 
 *Makes his way to the kitchen, deposits dishes, goes upstairs to get ready* 
 *from the bedroom* What is that car doing? There's no way that's the same car the turned around in the driveway, is it? I wonder if they need help.... 
 *another car pulls up behind the parked car* What in the actual fuck...? 
 *young man gets out of car # 2, gets into car # 1* Well, I guess they're getting all the help they need... Now, what to smell like.. *indiscriminately grabs a can of aerosol sexiness* works for me, and hopefully for her...! 
 *skips down the stairs to the kitchen to clean up dishes* What are those cars STILL doing out there? I wonder if everything is ok... Ya know what, I'll give them 5 minutes, then I'm going to go offer a hand, see if I can help out. 
 *soft clanking of porcelain and silverware, bubbles, water, the sounds of a kitchen being wiped up* 
 *young man gets out of car # 1, passenger side. Stuffs something into his belt, above his ass, walks back to car # 2, gets in driver side, car starts* 
...? This is without a doubt the strangest thing to happen in the middle of Podunk-backwoods-buttfuck Michigan, ever. There's a reason I live out here and it's to avoid having to ask questions like, `` what the fuck are these two cars doing?'' I swear, if somebody is n't dead or dying by the time I get out there.... 
 *driver of car # 2 gives a quick beep, car # 1's brake lights engage, flicker, and disengage as the vehicle slowly rolls away never breaking more than 10 mph, car # 2 follows* 
... le sigh. Oh well, Jessica should be here soon, time to move on, got ta get my head in the game *puts on some mood music* 
 
 
 Paul will never know just how close he came to getting shot that night.
