Title: Where the Hell are you, Dakkie? Source:
freedom4um URL Source:http://freedom4um.com Published:Dec 2, 2023 Author:Esso Post Date:2023-12-02 18:25:39 by Esso Keywords:None Views:2183 Comments:40
If you don't get your ass off the couch soon, my new little roommate is going to get here and want my undivided attention. I don't know what she was up to when she rolled late this morning, but I don't think she was working, she had street clothes on rather than scrubs. Maybe she's dealing with family, divorce bullshit or is out getting laid. Don't care, none of my business.
I should probably let her know that I'm not a penniless bum soon, but I think she kinda digs the delusion & danger. I did let her know who I worked for between 1980-1995. That got her tingly.
I did let her know who I worked for between 1980-1995. That got her tingly.
As I did (accidently) with the gal that was shackin' up with me between ~2014-2018. She was rooting through my papers and bank account statements scattered about my office. Two events occurred:
1. She decided I needed to start spending a lot more money on her (like three cars wasn't enough). 2. She saw a letterhead in my papers that she didn't understand and started calling me her "secret agent" (I wasn't) on her FaceBook account. That started a whole new subset of unwanted attention and an official reprimand. Plus a night in jail after I escorted off premise and she told the cops I beat her up (I didn't, of course).
Anyhoo, I'm doin' OK. It's good having another heartbeat in the house. I texted my Godson today for the firt time since he cut the grass her a month or so ago. It pinged back *FAILED* so he's out of money. I've got some shirt's coming from the TilValhallaProject.com for me, him and my mechanic Chip. When they get here, I'll swing by his joint and get things squared away.
Next one was a full blown heroin addict. I wasn't really in love with her, I guess, but fooled myself for a while until she stole a checkbook and began forging.
I take illicit methadone from a source in Chicago when the pain from my injuries gets too bad. I don't like to because it leaves me feeling like shit.
If I'm going to wake up with a hangover, I prefer it to be booze. That usually means that I got laid the night before, rather than wishing I was dead from pain.