This Song is About One of the Stories...Right Click!
Some
of the better stories I could tell you would probably get me sued
because they involve people currently living and at times, still in
my life...and they don't want any of those stories
publicized. Also, it would be rude as shit to tell the WHOLE TRUTH
as it would cause some personal pain.
But...they
would be sooo good to tell! So here's some first lines to subjects I
can't really write fully about..
“Ron..she
LIKES you! She keep asking questions about you! She asked me if you
had a girlfriend. She's been by your house in Pawtucket and all that!
C. tells me
“Didn't
she just get out of a rehab unit kicking a heroin addiction...and why
is she stalking me?”
“She's
all about you when you're here! She really lights up!” he says
further.
End
of that story!
**
“YOU
live in that house all alone! You have TWO full floors and you can
easily have a second person there!” K moans to me.
“No...the
dog doesn't like others around.” I say.
“THAT
monster loves girls! I know this! How many times have I been here and
he loves me because I'm a girl...he hates men instead!”
“What
are you getting at?” (I know where this was leading, I wanted her
to come out and say it)
“Well,
if not that...YOU have money...you know my car is a piece of
shit....”
I
get up to leave the couch as reaction to that request and I hear a
faint “Fuck you,” as I walk away. I then turn around and feel
something slam my lip. I raise my hang to my lip and there's blood.
On the floor is a TV remote.
“You
THREW a remote at me because I won't buy you a car?!”
End
of that one due to ugliness...
**
“Hey,
I need a ride to Central Falls...just a quick 30 mins...” M asks
me.
“Ok,
I got nothing to do..c'mon.”
We
get to some three decker and M goes in, spends about 89 seconds in
there and comes back carrying a full Almacs paper bag and hops in.
“Ok,
we're all done.”
So
we drive back home.
I
park in front of his house and M takes the paper back and shakes it
onto the floor of my car and out falls three compressed, giant bricks
of marijuana.
“YOU
MUTHA FUCKER! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DONIG THIS???!!!”
“Shit,
what's the problem? He asks.
“IF
I got pulled over..anything...ANYTHING in my car is legally MINE!”
“But
we didn't get pulled over.” he complains.
“THAT'S
NOT THE POINT!”
End
that one with a louder argument with all sorts of past shit brought
up...
**
Mike,
Dave and a few others are hanging out around the corner when JR shows
up carrying a notebook, college-ruled mind you!
“Hey,
listen to this..(giggle)..it's so funny!”
He
reads an excerpt.
“It
was so wonderful! I know he's the one..and he's my FIRST boyfriend!
It sort of hurt at first but I kept quiet because I didn't want to
mess things up. It was romantic too because it was raining a bit by
the side of the garage.”
“What
are you reading?” we all ask JR.
He
giggles more, then busts out laughing and finally....when he can
control it he bellows out:
“It's
my sister's DIARY!” AH HA HA HA HA HA!”
We
all instinctively knew which sister too...
End
of that one! There are others...
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