I could cry
It's 10:30. I'm packing, trying to save what I can.
My lovable landlord just sent one of his goons up to tell me I have to have everything out by 11:00.
Fine. Move the rest of the shit yourslef, asshole motherfucker.
Y'know, I lost everything of personal import in Katrina. Nothing here 'means' anything to me emotionally. But it's been of comfort. And I worked for every last shred.
I could cry, but I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing a tear.
My lovable landlord just sent one of his goons up to tell me I have to have everything out by 11:00.
Fine. Move the rest of the shit yourslef, asshole motherfucker.
Y'know, I lost everything of personal import in Katrina. Nothing here 'means' anything to me emotionally. But it's been of comfort. And I worked for every last shred.
I could cry, but I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing a tear.