I'm sorry
Tommy's gone. It had to be done. He was out of control.
Sigh. Where to begin? It's a blur at this point.
We were all in the car, my boyfriend was driving, and oh my GOD, Tommy wouldn't stop screaming. And kicking, oh the kicking. I have bruises to prove it.
So, I did it. Going 80 down the Mass Pike, at 4 in the morning, I opened the door and kicked his cute little ass out of my car. Behind us was a truck, and, oh god, I can't begin to describe the gruesome details.
As he rolled from the car, he screamed to me his password, pleading that I let the Or-uh-goners know.
I can say no more.
Tommy, rest in peace, and me in pieces.
Sigh. Where to begin? It's a blur at this point.
We were all in the car, my boyfriend was driving, and oh my GOD, Tommy wouldn't stop screaming. And kicking, oh the kicking. I have bruises to prove it.
So, I did it. Going 80 down the Mass Pike, at 4 in the morning, I opened the door and kicked his cute little ass out of my car. Behind us was a truck, and, oh god, I can't begin to describe the gruesome details.
As he rolled from the car, he screamed to me his password, pleading that I let the Or-uh-goners know.
I can say no more.
Tommy, rest in peace, and me in pieces.