June 7, 2012 in Wordsmoker
In case you were wondering… If not, no harsh on you, my friend. Sean was my best friend, and he lived next door to me in section eight housing, in Fuckno, Californication, back in the eighties. I bought some duds for the high school dance, where Lorelei would cause calamity…
I pulled up to the section eight housing development on Chestnut Street off of East McKinley near Dakota Avenue. This was my home.
You know, I was fucking poor. I was making my own cash money working at a biker bar, cleaning up broken teef, blood, spilled beer and used condoms each morning before school.
I went in and showed my new threads to my two little sisters. Galen, the older one who was dressed in a potato sack, clapped her hands and squeeled, “You will look like Johnny Fucking Rotten in that shit, yo!” Read the rest of this entry →