May 5, 2007
I'm on that spiny Arabian, the slick little bitch stutter-steps Right! Left! Right! and I'm in the dirt.
I chase that piece of shit down, jump her, ride her hard-- hard. I'm kicking the shit out of her, hacking that bit halfway through her head, she's taking hard instruction and not enjoying it.
She goes wild.
She tries to dump me, tries to run into trees.
Sorry, bitch. Too bad about your mouth.
Nice boots, huh?
She couldn't believe it.
I don't like being thrown.
She came to understand that.
We got to know one another.