I don’t know who’s going to write this one, Dr. Flo thought, struggling to focus her mind on the task at hand. Flo heard a rustle behind her and turned around to see Chop standing there, wiping away the tears in her eyes as she slowly shook her head from side to side, wordlessly indicating her decision to decline the invitation once again.
I come home one day and see all my shit on the lawn. This shit wasn’t fucking supposed to happen. The home is in foreclosure but I raised and paid the money to keep the sheriff off my ass or so I thought. “…Look at this shit…” I’m standing here looking over my belongings dumped everywhere. People from the neighborhood are coming up to me expressing their sympathy, like that’s going to get this shit put back in my fucking crib.
“I filled out all my paperwork at home, and they don’t have it,” a lady with white hair and cut off jean shorts complained to the man standing in the other line next to her. “She’s been standing there for fifteen minutes,” the man responded to the lady, gesturing at one of the pharmacists. Waiting in line at the pharmacy for her Booster Vaccine, Dr. Flo continued to eavesdrop...
I’m sitting in a courtroom facing 5-10 years on a grand theft auto charge. I’m thinking to myself “…if these people let me out of here, I promise I’ll make them live to regret it…” This was not my first trial...
