I Hope You Get Gangrene Of The Testicles

Big Tongue and Barbershop call throughout the day. I don’t answer either of them. Finally, I answer Barbershop’s call. He wants to come see me. Really wants to talk. I agree. (Come on, he’s hot) He says he’ll be over in an hour.

Finally get a chance to speak to Freak Mama about MOB. She tells me that MOB of course was trying to sleep with her the night at her house. How he told her he and I were never a couple and that initially he had wanted to hook up with my sister. First of all, mother fucker, I have you on tape talking about me being your girlfriend. I have friends that you’ve told. Your friends that you’ve told. In fact, everyone at the bar we hang out at knows that we were indeed a couple. Especially Freak Mama. Don’t be a dumbass. As for my sister, you and I started seeing each other the first night we met. Was that your plan? Get one sister so that the other one would fall into your hands? Is that how it works in your world? Did you think I’d pass along a recommendation or something? Please. Lesson for all men: Fucking a woman’s sister is not a good way to win over that woman. I would hope this was common sense. Apparently I overestimated him.

I think the old me would’ve cried. This me just laughed. I had no choice. When someone loses their fucking mind and can’t separate reality and fantasy, you just can’t get yourself worked up about it. Take it in stride. Keep it in mind. Hold a grudge. Never let them in again.

Barbershops brother calls to tell me he ran into a little bit of trouble with the police on the way to my house. At this point, I could give a shit less.