Fearless Chapter 1 WASSAWASAW (c) 2011
“Put him in the back.” WASSAWASAW “But, he told us not to.” “I don’t give a fuck what he said. The guy’s making my truck smell like puke!” The beat up truck pulled over to the side of the inner state (I-10). They man handled me. Threw me in the back (bed) of the truck. The moon was replaced with the rising sun. There were five teenage girls tied together with ropes. Stained wool blankets covered their nude bodies. Their eyes were glazed over. I couldn’t quit vomiting into a five gallon bucket. Off of the beaten path. Passed through back woods I had never traveled. I remembered seeing the New Orleans Saints symbol with big white lettered “ Louisiana ” on the green billboard. It was obvious they were taking alternative routes to Bourbon Street . Routes that no one could remember. -didn’t know if it was me or the smells of Bourbon Str