I used to have a neighbor who would work on his classic Buick low rider in the alley behind our triplex. He’d rev the engine and have music blaring and also peel out from time to time. O yeah he’d be doing this at 2am. He was on meth, lots of meth. This was in Marina del Rey in Los Angeles.
I don’t have children, but if I ever do I’m not sure there is an act I love enough to bring a kid to. Let alone a baby.
Does being close to 50. Living with your parents for the past 20 plus years because they gave you a place live so you and your 2 kids wouldn’t be homeless. Dating a clear meth head. Losing 3 jobs (after you started dating aforementioned meth head) getting your car repossessed and then having that meth head move in to your parents home without your parents’ consent, count?
I’ve never set foot in Texas but like any good Ohioan I don’t let facts get in the way of my shit posting.