Pulp Fiction #1 - Read at your own risk.
“So, what the fuck did you bring me here for, then?” We were in bed and my back was to him.
“I don’t know . . . I thought you’d like to see Costa Rica, you know, have some fun.”
“I can come to Costa Rica anytime. I don’t need you for that.” He was a piece of shit, just like the rest. Maybe I was, too. I felt dirty and his eyes burned into the back of my head. “Just go to sleep,” I said. “You have to leave early.”
