Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Journal 4
He killed that tramp. I know he didn't mean to, hes jus too strong. the guys are going out to kill him. Its not right for some angry bastard to kill him. Maybe its my place, I am his only friend. That is what i am going to have to do kill the poor bastard. He'll be better off, he wont be causin me no more trouble or himself. I need to get my hands on a gun. Carlson has a luger i could take that, they will just think Lennie took it. I hate to lie on the man but it will benefit him in the end... I need to lead the other men away long enough to get to Lennie first. I'll tell them I had to wrestle the gun away from him. I guess this means no more farm, we were so close. I guess I'll have the life I wanted... No more running for the law, worrying about Lennie getting into trouble. I will miss him though, the cooky bastard kind of grows on you. This is the best though, for him and for me....
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