People know me as a lot of names, Willy, Billy…Havoc. Havoc was the name my best friend Carlos gave me. He called me the chaos bringer. Some say I find trouble and I liked it. Some say trouble finds me. But the truth is that I am trouble. Always have been and I always will be.

That bitch Carmen thinks she is so fucking smart. She thinks that I don’t know she is D.E.A. pig now. She thinks that I can’t tell when the same car is trailing me from three cars away. She thinks that I don’t know why she is here. We are after the same thing she and I.

Shane.

Way back when I hatched this kooky plan. I thought to my self, I said “Self you see that Mexican chic at the bar she is fucking hot…Shane will love her.” I have this thing. I can’t explain it. But I have this tendency to fall for dykes.  I don’t why it happens…but it happens a lot…but that is beside the fucking point. I knew Carmen would rock Shane’s bedroom and I wanted to be responsible for it.

I knew about Shane for a while. I knew what made her tick. I knew that she killed the dude who popped her dad. I knew she was the warm milk for all of Curt’s stray whore’s. I knew a lot of things. This weasel here who I will call Weasel. Yeah I had him keep and eye on Shane for me. He let me in on all the stuff Shane and the tennis chic where up too.

Shane passed all my tests…with flying colors…she wouldn’t let Carmen kill me…that’s got to count for something right? I got the asshole that was responsible for having her pop killed. I knew she called him Pop. I knew everything about Shane McCutheon. Her eyes are green. A pale shade of green. Her mouth was full and kissable…her body thin and toned. Her favorite band was The Deftones. They didn’t like being called The Deftones though they prefer Deftones. She got the tattoo of the self titled album on her back, when that bitch Carmen left her and didn’t even tell her why. My favorite song on that album was "Deathblow."

“As soon as you came in the agony went away. I noticed what you wore to everything….”

 That line always reminds me of her. One way or another I was going get her to understand me. One way or another she was going to realize that being with me was better than death.