Nothing going for me at home is there. Mama working at the Stop N Sup nights and sleeping half the day hoping to get a job minding a coin laundry wiping out lint.
I was married before to a truck driver. Sometimes he'd take me with him even let me drive the rig. We'd haul our load to San Diego Denver Tucson but then we turned around and came straight back.
I caught him cheating right in public with her at a table in the cafe. I shot the tires out of his truck while the two of them gaped.
Can't hack school. Can't hack training programs. Attention de fi cit. Right. Big freaking deficit of anything worth attention.
Yeah well Bigfoot. He's sort of like a shaggy dog that half understands you aren't they all.
You wait till I come out the other side. Some night you'll burn dinner while this pretty thing on TV walks my snowshoes over your clean floors. Some night you'll stay up with the lights on bright reading all about me.
