As I held the cold silver stainless steel knife to his throat I felt no pity, no remorse, just good Ole fashioned Anger. I pictured in my mind me cutting Justin's jugular letting him bleed out until he died right there at James dope man's houses driveway. What was only a minute or 2 felt like fucking lifetime. I remember seeing a blue Giant dumpster that people rent while they are making home improvements, it was only a few...