34 years? Wow, that was a lifetime ago. Back then I was a freelance assassin. Usually hired to eliminate high profile targets. Discretion was what stood me apart from my competition. My method of choice was poisoning. I was working a job in Tennessee, some big time celebrity, capped his ass and moved on.
Then I hear Elvis is dead. Did I cry? No. Did I laugh? A little. Bottom line:
I saved America from any further embarrassment. Things were only going to get weirder with this freaked out drug addled loser.
You're welcome America.
That day should be called "number 51 day".
Then I hear Elvis is dead. Did I cry? No. Did I laugh? A little. Bottom line:
I saved America from any further embarrassment. Things were only going to get weirder with this freaked out drug addled loser.
You're welcome America.
That day should be called "number 51 day".