RESCUE THE MONSTER

            Callipin Truckhauser was a fucking monster for sure. Every small town has one. The goddamned freak that fucks little girls, strangles little boys, and murders the neighbors’ pets one by one over a period of years so as to be inconspicuous.
            So when Connie, Frank, and I saw that fat fuck drowning down at the quarry we had a hard time deciding whether we should save the bastard or not. The Truck had never been convicted of a thing but we knew his secrets.
            We finally did what was right. Connie smacked him with a heavy board, Frankie heaved a rock for his dead cousin Walter, and I put my foot on that fucking monster’s head for all of the four legged, slithering, furry and winged pets he had robbed me and my little sisters of since I was nine.
            I can’t lie when I say that it was really satisfying when that final air bubble popped a short while after the big fucker went under for the last time.
            I’ll give you motherfuckers justice. And how about some sonofabitchin’ proof to go with it? Innocent my corn fed white ass!