So, where the fuck are you this morning, beautiful crackhead? She gave you her home, we gave you our time and love. We grab at a desperate sleep – we are tired, my friend. We have things we need to do.
We will give you all we can, but through lessons learned, that won’t be everything.
And this morning, you are gone – all of your things here, door propped open as if you intend to return, she leaves for the weekend in a few short minutes and you are my charge, my responsibility.
If you read this, know that you are welcome back – but only under some circumstances – I’m certain that you know what they are.
Good thing all my rope and restraints are in the garage below. May come in handy…