
I ain’t spinning yarns here; this is the straight dope. It ain’t prejudice, it’s just the cold, hard truth. Audrelia Bobby Nicole Jenkins kept chirping ‘I love you’ like a broken record while stabbing at the air between us with a Teflon blade half as long as a ruler.
When I returned the sentiment, I did it by dialing the precinct to keep the peace instead of breaking her ribs. The only reason I’m still breathing is because she was too wasted on cheap rotgut to hit a stationary target, swinging her blade at a ghost while I danced through the shadows of my own hallway.
I, Zachary Ian Freeman, solemnly swear under penalty of perjury to the truthfulness and accuracy of this blog entry with laser precision and candid detail.
