I met a future denizen of Raccoon City and probably the Hive this morning.
I can't/won't go into detail about who or where or why.
I've never actually met him face to face or even laid eyes on him. He was only a lump under the covers of a motel room. But I'm sure I'll be seeing his face very soon.
A small time drug dealer and a child molester and a domestic abuser. A petty street punk. One who has apparently evaded actually going to prison up to this point. I think that luck of his is going to run out fairly quickly.
He's invaded my space, so to speak. Popped up on my radar in a very personal way.
That doesn't bode well for his future personal happiness.
When he finally does go to prison I really do look forward to the day he comes into the Hive running his pie hole. I want to look into his face just one time.
Of course, I will have to report it up the chain and explain my connection with him and get him transferred to another camp.
I just want to see him one time. I want him to look into my eyes.
I won't even put my hands on him.
I won't need to.
I feel so guilty - *Gabe loves to eat. There isn't a finicky bone in his body; drop something on the kitchen floor and he's on it, even pieces of raw fruits and veggies. Wi...
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