1:00am, i wake up to male voices outside my house. I get up, two dudes about 10 behind my truck, talking, drinking, smoking. I think shotgun, but call PD. I guess they either saw my light or heard me through the window giving way more detail than I felt like giving at 1am to dispatch, because as soon as they told me an officer would come by, they part ways. But not before one of the jerks tosses a tall can of Mango-rita in my yard, all the way up by the garage door. By the time I had clothes on and was outside, I couldnt find either. There was an asswhipping coming, so hes lucky. This is why I cant sleep. Because I have to worry about what two worthless P.O.S.s are doing outside my house at 1am. Because maybe theyre going to break into my truck. Because maybe theyre going to break into my house. And mainly, because they may just be two dudes catching up, and my little side yard just happened to be halfway for both of them, and maybe Im just quick to judge. Except the Mango-rita part. Im justified wanting to thump them for throwing that crap where my kids play. This is why I stress. Now no sleep for a couple more hours as all this crap races through my head, along with everything else. Daddys bout to snap.
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 06:21:32 +0000
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