Was it the meth or the mullet that made me mad? He slurred at his red rimmed red neck blacken eyes in the cracked mirror.

Was it me that was cracked or was it the mirror? Andy Aggie always hated deep morning thoughts like that.

And where the hell was he anyway? Was he still in Vegas?

It made his mind hurt as much as his bruised face did.

Still Andy said to the mirror, no matter the cowboy that cracked me or the condition my condition was in, at least my hair still looked damn good.

Even unwashed for a week....Andy Aggie thought as he mused, methed his mind, and moussed his hair in the motel mirror.

Fuck yeah...still looking good. Don't know how I got here or where I am but still looking prime time fucking fine.

That fucking cowboy...that was the last memory. Rubbing my fucking mullet and telling me I look damn purty for a crack head.

Andy ran the conversation in his head as he rubbed his eyes and rinsed his face.

Softly he spoke it in a hoarse voice.

Crack head? I said Fuck You cracker...then he cracked me once in the mouth and once wildly in the mullet. Not the fucking hair man Andy screamed thrashing calling him a cowboy cocksucker..

Andy was still talking, turning to piss in the blocked toilet, thinking about the cowboy punching him last night, when he saw the hand sticking from behind the dirty drawn bath curtain.

He froze, small dick shriveling, piss dripping, mullet erect, meth mad eyes wild.

The hand was long, elegant, with black nails topping long pale fingers. A sun and a moon tattoo shined on the motionless hand. The sun on the back of the hand, the moon on the front...

It was an exceptionally beautiful hand.

Andy stared, stepped, sniffled and said "Hey....."

Nothing.

Who was this this? Where was this?

What was this?

Slowly, delicately he touched the lovely hand. Attic ice cold.

Dead mans hand. Andy said softly. Dead ladies hand more like it moron a voice said deep inside his mullet.

Creeping forward he moved the torn stained curtain and screamed.

A naked, beautiful dead women. Hair half white, half black, slashed with purple, eyes wide, breasts perfect...bath water brown.

She was dead, right? Andy was confused, frightened his heart thumped, thumped, thumped... deep breathes he said.

"Hey are you dead..." he said and nudged her with his hand. "Hey...are you..?"

Suddenly she snapped opened here eyes, one brown, one emerald green and screamed.

Andy screamed and peed.

The dead girl screamed louder.

Someone began pounding on the room door shouting.

"Open the fuck up.... Erin I know your fucking in there. Now open the fuck up before I kick this fucking door down..."

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Edited by boonedog at 11/05/2009 10:50 AM PST