04-14-2011, 08:27 PM
LeNeve Wrote:I can't believe I forgot this. When I was nine, my best friend and I were playing outside, and we heard a bang from his house. So we went in, and his dad was laying on the floor bleeding, and his mom was sitting on the couch with a gun, and smoking a cigarette all calm. I freaking baled. Hauled ass across some vacant lots to my house, and by the time I told my mom the police already swarmed the area.
The guy died later that day, the mom went to jail, and I never seen that kid again. Nobody else ever moved into the apartment either. We would go and look in the window, and the carpet still had blood stains.
DAY-UM!!! That's fucked up
Just because someone can call me Mom now doesn't mean I am gonna be Betty Freakin Cocker and bake any pies.
Beckster is the new Dexter
I HATE PIE!!
Beckster is the new Dexter
I HATE PIE!!