Diary of an Arizonan Murderer (chapter 7)

Chapter 7
Forgotten Abuse1

‘So there was like, this one guy. And he, like, DID STUFF!’ exclaimed Harb into the phone. “And then, he like, forgot what he did. So he was sitting here talking to your dumb [censored]!” There was a loud groan, and a smack as the now infamous murderer slapped his forehead. “I’m sick of these calls, Ritchie!” he exclaimed, his brow furrowed as he rubbed his forehead.
“J-just take some [censored] off the neighbor kid, stupid [censored]. And stop calling me!” With that, he slammed the phone on the coffee table, making his martini glass spill over. “[censored] a!” he screamed, standing and kicking the table over.
I’ve been watching TV since about 4 this morning. It’s about 8 now. Nothing but the news. The [censored] fuzz. Staging an all-out search on my sorry [censored].
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