#schmonyschmawk

[cuntryjunkie]

it is my beautiful bestie @schmonyschmawk’s birthday. love you love you love you. so grateful for you. coolest person i know. can’t wait to PARTY THE WEEKEND AWAY!!!!!

[guttersniper]

@schmonyschmawk, sc.

mutt likes the kid. truly, he does, but her words cause his eyes to narrow.

"my shit talking has truth behind it." you got a father. he cares about you, he's going to ask you what's wrong, why you got that busted-up face, and— "what was it this time?"

[cuntryjunkie]

@schmonyschmawk liked for a one liner.

chris is gigglin, “dude. he's fuckin wasted.” he scoops grud's wrist with the toe of his chucks. nothin.

[adiosnachito]

*woobifies lalocita*

need you to stop. you're the issue

[adiosnachito]

@schmonyschmawk: ‘okay, no weed. you errrr.’ she digs in a pocket of her cargos, ‘wanna buy a lighter? it’s cool huh? fifteen dollars.’ and then, she fishes again, pulls more out. four. ‘i’ll do a deal with you forreal.’

ignoring her doesn't work. like the chapulín she hops from one thing to the next. though lalo might liken her more to a maggot: something small, irritating and hard to get rid of. “fifteen dollars?” he doesn't flinch away from the binoculars, the delivery is all in his voice, “how's that business model working out for you?”

a curtain twitches across the way, second floor. some stinking hovel of low-life scurfs in an old clubhouse blackened by fire damage. he adjusts himself and winds the window up.

[cuntryjunkie]

*changes the language setting on his facebook to pirate*

chris blinks a couple of times at the “what be troublin' ye?” on his homepage. he's sure that lola is behind smirkin and gigglin away. “you're sooooooooooo funny,” he says, scratchin the back of his neck. hmmmmm. thinkin fingers graze the keyboard. chris posts to his page:

@ Jody Grudziecki FYI think Lola has a crush on you dude

[smokefools]

@schmonyschmawk \\ hotline jim.

"You ain't getting a fucking DIME of that money, you hear me, you fuck?" Barked into the handset at uncomfortable volume, "I've killed before, I'll kill again, not a fucking DIME," there's already steam coming out his ears, but he turns a shade of purple when his second cell starts vibrating in his pocket, "Lola, talk some sense into this fool," he practically throws the phone at her, pulling the second one out his pocket.

"AH SHITHEAD, was wondering when you'd crawl out the woodwork, where's my fucking money? What the fuck do you mean your dog was sick? I'll eat your face, you miserable fuck."

[soulmissed]

@schmonyschmawk

his helmet droops across his chestnut eyes. he’d unfastened the chin straps. “ yo. ” his drawl curves toward a conspiratorial whisper. “ do ya think that reporter dude got offended when i called america the united states of sins? ”

a boyish, giddy smirk follows spoken inquiry. hugging his teddy bear skateboard to his honey heart, “ i was just tellin’ the truth. my truth. ”

his daddy always told him to speak authentically, honestly. (even when people don’t agree. particularly so.)