is a cunt.
So I went on a bender. Generally it does no harm, I just listens to Kevin Bloody Wilson and The Doors while a week or ten days pass and I et the urge to sober up and clean up the detritus surrounding me. This time I climbed out of bed to go plonk myself on the couch for a Netflix binge-fest and Chech and Chong remedy and ‘0wie’. Pain shot up my tailbone. I must have smashed it getting on and off the bog. Unless I have suddenly developed a degenerative disease.
I am used to disability. I had a stroke when I was thirty one; completely paralysed while pregnant but because I’m a legend I recovered and had three more kids to the two I was already responsible for. They’re all rotten teenagers now and one got groomed by the trannies and another by the Mexican cartels who addict and recruit in the ‘burbs of California. After being in a constant state of paranoia from two no-knock raids by CA’s fully armed police looking to link my fentanyl addicted son to the death of another kid. First name basis with the head of the DEA. No support from the ex. And doing a 25 hour round trip with a methed up opioid addict kid on the come-down to get him to rehab. I removed myself from my marriage to reduce the level of chaos. To Austin, Texas. Generally I have no complaints. Except my bum hurts and I don’t like to take pills. Got any recommendations or experience?
Nominated by CaliAngel.
