(Note: If anyone'd like to join just jump in and add a post.  The rules are stay in first person, train of thought point of view, write in present tense, simply add to the story as smoothly as possible, as if you had written the entire thing, and have fun with it.  The character and plot will be developed by everyone as the story goes.)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Maybe, just maybe, this is kinda bad.  I keep trying to shove the bag into the drawer, but the damn thing just wont fit.  â€œMa!â€ I yell.  â€œWhat the hell ya' expect me to do with this stupid thing?  There's no way his fat ass is gonna fit!â€<br/>I hear her footfalls approach and she walks into my room with her usual disappointed face.  â€œDidn't I tell you to chop him up?â€<br/>I look down at the bag.  â€œBut, that's icky,â€ I grumble.<br/>â€œWell, your the one who went and killed him this time, you have to take care of the body.  That's your responsibility, not mine.  I handled the two from last week?  Why can't you just do one thing for me?  Just one thing.  I gave you life, and you can't even do this right.  How many times have I told you--â€<br/>â€œNo attacking people on the subway,â€ I say in a scratchy, nasally voice.<br/>â€œYou make fun of me now, but look at you!  You can't even get a five-hundred pound body into a full set of drawers.  When I was your age I had to drag mine across the desert to even drown the damn things.  How have you not learned how to do this properly yet?  You had some of the best teachers ever: me and your father, before he got that terrible hair-cut.â€<br/>â€œOh, how the mighty have fallen,â€ I joke, as I roll my eyes.