Pay attention: here's where the whole thing sours, and goes from intrigue into wowzers. At a party, a passed out drunk Kasso gets got for 10 bags of dust. Now it's not a big town, and people are big mouths, so he fishes around 'til he figures it out. Gary Lauwers! Seventeen years young, you have no idea what you've done. Track him down, beat him piss, he got five bags back, still owes him fifty. "Oh Ricky, Ricky, do we hound him for loot, or show him how the hellbound do?" "Hmm..." Kasso waives all debts, says "Let's just go and get baked instead." Two shake hands and the beef play dead, though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web, and along came a spider with two of his friends. It was into the woods, a delusional mess. Four kids dipped in a black hole bath, June 16th, Kasso snaps. Off-guard Gary tackled and pinned, sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin. Raise that knife like a sword to the moon, plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going "Say you love Satan! Say you love Satan!" Lauwers ain't say it, just cave to the facelift. Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes, burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky. Kasso had later explained he was told ny Satan himself in the form of a crow to murder the kid cold, part of a pristine whole. "No, no, no, no, no!" Just had to brag, until somebody sad just had to rat. Sat in the cell is a merchant of hate who would hang from his sheet before the third day. Some say Kasso was part of a cult, but I'm sure there was more than we're told. More than adults and authority could rightly decode, or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home. Kasso!
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