At Ev and Cols Evangelines Home.
My Grandson arrived last night. Drunker that a skunk, carrying on about how Isabella left him and how he just didn't understand how it could be that one day everything was fine and the next she was gone. I would'a thwaped him upside the head with the common sense stick but it would have done no good with the condition he was in. I swear, the answers are sitting right in front of him and he can't see the forest through the trees. Didn't help him none that he spent the plane ride with his father I'm sure reconfirming all the crap the poor boy was thinking. I swear I could beat that vaut-rien son of mine to a bloody pulp for all the pain he's caused. I'll go and fix this mess he's made this time, but this really needs to stop.
I can feel the wind changing directions. Things will be better soon. If these people can keep themselves from self destructing before help arrives. Couillons. I should make a phone call before the boy starts to wake up.
I can feel the wind changing directions. Things will be better soon. If these people can keep themselves from self destructing before help arrives. Couillons. I should make a phone call before the boy starts to wake up.