david.

he sat next to him, David was driving and chris's eyes dripped there umammi fluid down his face. chris gulped hard. ''david... you hurt....'' his voice was stuck in his throat. he loved an apathetic bastard...
''what is it? do you honestly think it's wrong? what i've made?'' David said coldly. ''you like true crime, eh? do you realize how disrespectful it can be to the victim and there family?'' david looked him in the eyes as he spoke. ''what i've made got me wealthy. i'm not a ''bad actor'' as you call it. you gotta crack some eggs to make an omlet.'' chris's brain began trying to process it all. ''it's not my falt 3 year olds are given ipads, is it your falt hurricane catrina happened?'' he said again. ''everyone on earth has done something or been apart of it, we are creatures of sin, why do care so fucking much about it you're willing to ruin everything for us....''
they sat in complete silence as the rain dripped down the windshield.