|notvecchio (notvecchio) wrote,|
@ 2011-05-03 21:46:00
|Entry tags:||asta la pasta, chicagomountie|
At The Pasta Factory
The scene made Ray sick to his stomach, with gnarled chunks of flesh strewn all about the industrial pasta manufacturing machine. The splatter of blood reached three to four feet away. Trying his best to focus, Ray circled the victim. There was no way he simply could have fallen into the equipment. Not all the way up to his hips. And certainly not feet first.
"I'm not eatin' raviolis for a week."