Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes!
Forgot to pass along a story from Christmas.
Spawn and his woman were over on the Eve. We had a great time to say the least
Lotsa fun and drinks to be had
And we had ’em all.
So… we’re sitting around, and Spawn’s woman, Shorty is what I call her. She’s been with him as a friend since she was 7 and he was 10… they were in 4H together with XBitcho, and then, sometime around when she was 17, looked at Spawn and was like “He’s going places” and jumped on board. Great times. I call she shorty b/c she IS a shorty. Lil Teeny Girl. Like a daughter to me actually. Love her to death.
So, Shorty starts talking to me and Wifey, and tell me and her the weirdest thing about living with Spawn is his reaction to ‘bumps in the night’
“So, first night in the new apartment, there was a -thud- and before I know it, he’s got his .45 in his hand, tells me to stay put while “he checks it out”, and then he goes out, crouching and sweeps the whoooole apartment. He even checked the closets! Isn’t that strange? And who keeps a .45 between the mattress and box spring?”
Wifey just got that look on her face as to say “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She just lifted her hand at me…
Where I was barely keeping it together. I was literally about to bust a gut.
She looked at me, then suddenly realized and was like
“Oh…. yeah… riiiiiight.”
I looked at her, and said “I am so proud of that boy right now!”
Good Times, Good Times.
So, More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter