FICTION FROM DR. DRIVE BY
CHAPTER 22E HALF-ASSED REVELATIONS 'Shit bitch, you a witch; how come you don't fly back to yo crib. I'm sicka this shit now, when dat bird pecked the old man and he drank his blood I thought you was cool, Electra. How the fuk you turn back into that funky ol dead man, now?' 'My magic vibe ran out... Sign in to see full entry.