July 1, 2011

fuel for the fire

dear mad with desire diary,

i look before i cross the street, but i knew a girl that got hit by a car my whole life and she was not right in the head afterwards. so like i dunno what was wrong with her kids- because they weren't born yet when she got hit, yet somehow they were still fucked up and i think her being hit is prolly why. she was a nice girl. she liked the band rush. tom sawyer was her favorite song. so every time i hear that song i always think of her and her fucked up kids. i hated her husband mike. but really i've never known a mike who didn't turn out to be an asshole. he treated her like shit and made the whole family live in a trailer- a breadbox. but that was in 1992, so i dunno where they live now but i'd bet money they are still together. i'll bet they still live in a trailer and i'll bet those kids grew up with a vendetta to run over some body's mom with their car, an attitude inherited from their dad mike. i'll bet tammy is still the coolest chic, listening to tom sawyer and her husband bitch. i'll bet the beer cans outside the back door sometimes pay for a trip to the store and that's where tammy will always buy more. i didn't forget tammy. happy birthday.