High Gray! Bobby's giving me a hard time, being stingy and whiny and shack-proud, shitting in a contaminated well, at the bottom of the death-by-blizzard prairie,in the heart of Texas. Sure am glad I got outa there before my 61st B-day on the cusp of January. My kissy old girlfriend is a kook but has a nice hot tub and gives me footrubs, so I'm glad I left the whole famdamly behind again, allergic to children and germbags,that I am! and my life here is sooo much easier than living with my son. I can even wash my hands and dishes in hot water here!! Zowie!!!
But I don't like the deep south's haunted vibe. And I wonder if I was Black would the neighbors be so cordial to me. Saw you in a dream last week, but you were busy so I'll catch up to ya next time. ta-ta, Morgana