He is unreliable and he did leave. Timothy cursed living in this decade. He hated Bob Dylan and the rest of them for framing "Rolling Stones" with, that, caricature. You must be uncommitted because you're free. The tragedy had been glazed over.
(more) He didn't commit because he felt smothered, he couldn't breathe, and it left him choking on panic. How long can you stay underwater? He did pretty well for five years. It was everything he could take, and it did not change the amount he loved his daughter. She was the only reason he drowned for so long.
He missed her large warm eyes. He would keep choking on them if he could.(less)
“I’m a rolling stone all alone and lost” Hank Williams admitted through the beatup Chevy’s radio as Killer Clyde drove towards the most notorious Street in New Orleans. Money was on his mind til’ he saw her standing on the side of the road. Her fluorescent sunglasses and short(more) shorts jerked him out of his thoughts.
He didn’t know why but he pulled over and asked her “Where you headed, Darlin’?”
With a sweet southern drawl she answered “Shealy May Bayou”.
“Well. Sheally May Buyou I can get you there but I have to handle some business before then, care to tag along?”
She thought for a second then answered “Sure Mister I can wait” with the look of desperation in her eyes.
Clyde told her to get in and buckle up and when she protested he explained that he didn’t abide with carelessness.
Basin St. was cleaning up from the night before as they came into the French quarter.
Shealy May Bayou said “I just left this place, why you comin’ back.
“I have to” the Killer named Clyde stated.
He pulled his shotgun from under his seat as he turned the corner and parked.
“How high can you count, Shealy May Bayou?”
“I can count to a million… asshole” she replied.
“Well count to 500, if I ain’t back, go on home and never say nuthin, …deal?”
“Deal”, she said.