This ghost of mine just won't let go. Even when I felt that things were settled between us. Even when I felt that I've grown wiser. This ghost of mine will never let go.
I am one step from carrying a Walter PPK in a dick holster. Daily carry 3 knives, 1 boxcutter and a 9 mm in a back holster. Welcome to Fresno the only place where you can walk in the rich part of town and get stabbed in the face by a crackhead. I feel more safe in the ghetto ass downtown area.
It's just that I'm so agitated. Because this blonde little shit strolled into my room, destroyed my 70-INCH PLASMA TV and is trying to impress me like I'm his alcoholic father.