Originally Posted by Darkside Ron Garvin
You got that too? That's another thing: I'd stepped in from the yard after .a freegin smoke one night round midnight- she didn't possess the ability to hold a quite conversation on the phone, she'd be in her room with the door shut...and I hear her bitchin about having drug shit covered on work insurance, talkin she'll never need rehab or treatment...which then leads to "I'm not on drug's...wha-no I promise you I'm-yea I should be in bed, I do need to get some sleep." ,which would explain the way she STAYED in that reekin ass room and slept in it like it wasn't shit.
Yea, my mother had already decided she was keepin her cat when she found out she couldn't take him.