I do not believe this shit...
I've got about an hour before I leave for work and I have some other shit I need to get done before then, so this is gonna be fast... maybe have a coupla typos even...
Eric just came in here.He had a look on his face very similar to the one he was wearin' the day he came and told me Storm died. My stomach instantly started to knot up. He says he heard from George. My first thought is, "He's dead!, then it hits me he can't be calling if he's dead. Stomach still tightens another notch. Eric says George heard from the BC back in Jersey. *crank goes my stomach* He's taken loooong pauses between each sentence, I suppose to try to choose his words carefully given what he was going to tell me, the poor kid, but every second seemed like a goddamned day between those halting sentences. About a nanosecond after his second statement, I freaked. "Hurry up and tell me!! What??? You're making me wanna barf here..." "Oh, sorry... nonono... it's just that..." And, he then proceeds to tell me that she wants us to take both boys for God knows how long because Jr's been fucking around with some cuntbag who used to date a gang member. Said gang member is pissed off about this and threats of pontenially deadly violence have been made. By a member of one of the two most notorious gangs in the country and it's the one we all have coursing through our veins, if ya get my meaning. Fuck what? Oh, Christ on a stick... Yeah.
I need this shit. After having talked to George and the local copshop back there, then Eric... They're coming.
With lotsa conditions and advance planning on how the exchange from her to George is gonna go down.
It includes video taped monitors that watch the parking lot of where he's gonna make her meet him.
It's also not in the same county as she lives. It's does not include, I'm sad to say 'cause I thought of it and the depths of my wickedness surprises and delights me, George picking up the boys only after Cuntface has initiated a divorce FOR REAL and having the child support stopped voluntarily. Ain't I a bitch?
I love it.
Glad to know I do have it in me when it's warranted, even if it does literally take me about an hour to think of it. I am scared out of my fuckin' mind.
My hands are still shaking as is my gut. I have to go to work and try to remember what the fuck I'm doing.
Then, I hafta come home and re-arrange two entire bedrooms.
But, right now, I need to go get a shower. If I can remember where the fuckin' bathroom is.... I'm so scared, I'm numb. I'll be back sometime later tonight, no doubt.
I'm off tomorrow and I'll need to get this out after it starts to happen. Pray for me, please...
Peace
Comments
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Shit, you don't need prayer.
You need an exorsim! (sp?)
You need an exorsim! (sp?)
Posted by: Maeve at June 13, 2006 05:07 PM (b/7xM)
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Threats be threats, kids be kids and drama be drama.
But a loaded 12 gauge with, say, #6 as an appetizer and a follow up of something more interesting just speaks for itself.
Kinda like a steely eyed resolve, with a projectile chaser, ye know?
But a loaded 12 gauge with, say, #6 as an appetizer and a follow up of something more interesting just speaks for itself.
Kinda like a steely eyed resolve, with a projectile chaser, ye know?
Posted by: outfoxed at June 13, 2006 06:25 PM (iS0pJ)
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