She kills for thrills

In the beginning

You either exist or you live! I took a walk on the wild side – struck up a love affair with suped-up recreational excess, if you will. In life, there are those who settle for a comfy, sedate sofa ride in a family saloon. And those who lust after a need for speed shot of foot-to-the-metal, pulsating, heart-pounding, 2-litre white hot ride that gives you a headjolt of adrenalin, and makes your body tingle with sweaty anticipation. Faster pussycat kill kill!

Yes, the first time was murderously, velvet-sweet. But just like dabbling with substance, sooner or later you get drawn down into a whirlpool that sucks you in and spits you out. You kick, spit and struggle...no, resistance is futile. Looking back, I always knew I was going too far and that sure as night follows day, life would fade to black...

But hells bells, I’d already decided not choose a beige future. Just pull a letter out of the hat and see what gives. Life just took a turn for the weird.

Welcome to my vermillion twisted stream of consciousness.