A hockey player that can't be named, and my kidneys refuse to love each other.

With my heart on my shoulder, and tears in my eyes, I killed my Doctor, Dr.Newburger today. I feel sad and inadequate. The alcohol failed to dull my sadness. The Purple Haze failed to make me laugh. Worst of all, I'm not in jail because I happen to have a restraining order on every cop in my area. Cops outside my county are too fat to come get me and take me to court. I need to see my mate, Denver in the local maximum prison. I have not seen him in 14 years. I could not visit him because he kills when he is not locked up. He sent a message out and it made its way to me. The message wrote: Dear Put I really love you. Kill you Doctor, and come see me, with you sexy aaa. If you are not here in 3 days, I will escape and come after you. See you soon. Love, Denver. Denver was raised in a safe neighborhood and started robbing stores and abusing animals when he was 6, and brutally killed the Smiths and attempted to murder monks at their village when he turned 13. He got a break from the judge and got 3 years parole instead of 14 years. He decided to go into the military, and was sent to Iraq after training. He killed his entire squad and is commander. They sent him to several prisons but he always broke out. Then one day they sent him to a the best maximum prison the state's welfare could afford to send him too. That was when I met him. He saw me through his 3 foot window in his cell picking flowers past the fence. I stuff all the flowers and weeds into my bra and laid on the ground thinking about the time I show down the Hindenburg. (I am a male) He called to me over and we yelled back and forth. We both often said "Huh?", every one to two sentences. We talked for hours everyday. He said he loved me.....That was the first thing he ever said to me and I will never forget it. What I did forget was everything he said after that. I guess I never listened to him. Now I am never going to prison to be close to him, and he is going to come looking for me. I put myself in a bathtub in the motel I grew up in. (my mother and father live next door)I put quick drying concrete in the tub with me to locked my naked lower body in the 6 inches of concrete. I have this laptop with me so I can tell my little story. Denver may kill me, but I will always like him as a friend. I never thought I would kill someone. I just be fu*king horrible right now with sorrow. This bath tub idea was a great idea. This way, I will not run away from him if he shows up. I hate running because I get tired and I hate that so I have always avoided running. I hope he forgot that he loved me and stabs be quickly and repeatedly. I can still hear my mom and dad in the next room having sex and talking about getting a new watermelon for dinner. They have sex all the time so I am use to it. I may have some brothers and sisters in there but I never visit, and they never visit me because they shune my big booty. I decided to bring my little tv into my bathroom to see if he has escaped yet, because it has been 3 days. I will wait here for the news. I will just watch youtube videos in the mean time to maybe get my mind of things. This was reccomended to me. ~10 minutes~ Ok, they just stated on their breaking news story, that there was a massive explosion at the Redwood Max Prison that took out 80% of the prison. They are all of the officers are dead and so most of the prisoners. I know that Denver did it, only he could do something like this. He is very angry at me. I can hear a roaring outside and other loud sounds coming from behind me. I am still sad for what I have done, and I deserve all of this. I will awake in the next round I hope.