had a hardon this morning when i woke up, tina. had your name written all over it.
hey, up yours with a twirling lawn mower!
and it's number thirty-six, rod lane, bringing lantz down just three yards from the goal with a brilliant tackle! and the fans go wild!
came to make up, no big deal. your ma home?
intense, huh? so what's happening, an orgy or something?
you see his face? your ma ain't home, is she? me and tina got stuff to discuss.
we got her mother's bed. you two got the rest.
you feel better now, right?
no more fights?
good. no more nightmares for either of us then.
guys can have nightmares too, y'know. you ain't got a corner on the fucking market or something.
t-tina!?
what the hell's going on here! tina!
tina --
you motherfucker! i'll kill you for that!
i'll kill you!
i'm not gonna hurt you.
your old man thinks i did it, don't he?
the cops were all over my house. they'll kill me for sure.
i never touched her.
someone else was there.
don't look at me like i'm some kind of fucking fruitcake or something, i'm warning you.
i didn't do it -- ! i didn't kill her, nancy!
i told you. it was dark, but i'm sure there was someone else in there, under the covers with her.
how the fuck do i know? i don't expect you to believe me.
no.
because somebody cut her. while i watched.
you couldn't see the fucker. you could just see the cuts happening, all at once.
i mean, it was as if there were four razors cutting her at the same time. but invisible razors. she just.  opened up.
i probably could've saved her if i'd moved sooner.  but i thought it was just another nightmare, like the one i had the night before. there.  was this guy who had knives for fingers.
do you think i did it?