Today was an eventful day of comic book buying. Not because I was buying comics (thats always an adventure in itself) oh no, but because of the two pieces of filth still hanging around corpus. My previous ex of two relationships ago and her 42-year old heroin addled boyfriend (or was it father? Eh, she did have a daddy fetish). Oh and what an intellectual conversation we did have! He called me fag, I called him a hobo, he asked me in the politest terms if I was going to pay back my exs part of the rent (asshole was used somewhere in that sentence, he never was a bright guy, you know, hence the heroin addiction) and I politely asked him if was still doing heroin, to then I which smoked my cigarette and walked away. You know, last time I heard she was pregnant, she it makes me wonder if they had that baby. That meth baby would be the closest thing to a family she ever had. But I digress, I walked with my head held high, despite the fact that his head was in perfect range of my foot to kick in. What a beautiful day this is!
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 18:40:51 +0000
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