Why the hell did you send me a picture of some back-alley fox lookin’ like he’s about to ask me for a cigarette and trauma-dump on me? Look at his little fucked-up hands. That’s the face of a guy who’s seen some shit. I respect it.
Well ya fuckin got any, dipshit?! I needa tell ya how I got this scar on mah chin…
Yeah I got one, got a lighter?
Yea, don’t leave home about it.
So anyway, that German I was fuckin’ with yea?!
Don’t get me started bout him, fuckin’ hate his guts. Freaky fuckin’ sick fuck. Makes my fuckin’ skin crawl
…Well we were married but…


















