A million-dollar sunshine spread its arms widely over Beverly Hills on the afternoon that Brenda drove in her Delphin gray BMW convertible straight down Rodeo Drive where all of the designer, high-end fashion stores were located. She had a new car, more plastic surgery done around the eyes, and beach-blonde summer hair to go along with her toned body, courtesy of a local L.A. gym where all of the celebrities worked out. Next to her sat her boyfriend – his decapitated body, that is. His open neck had been filled with potting soil beneath carnations, lilies, and roses. Behind her in the back seat sat her boyfriend’s severed head. All Brenda could think about was how her boyfriend just wouldn’t stop complaining about how hard he worked for money that went straight into her hairdressing bills,
