I met a young broken woman while at Rehab.
(Hell! We were all ‘broken.’ Otherwise how the fuck did WE ALL END UP IN THIS PLACE??)
Let us call her name, “Kelsey” (Because that was probably her name)
Once while KNEE deep in some dark philosophical discussion she looked me dead in my eye and said,
“You can take that Marry Poppins umbrella and fly the fuck outta town.”
Instant Love and Instant Karma.
“Ethel, (The Cambodian) Pirate’s Daughter” seated next to me was not amused by my most recent love lust and infatuation.
But that is how things ‘work’ while in Rehab. Relationships are fleeting and ten-a-penny and not worth a cup of warm spit once one escapes…
The payback and the interest is a mother-fucker.
(Please trust me on this; I know from where I speak)
Now, please, if you please, quietly fuck the fuck off.
“The line forms to the right.”
Internal Lance Voice chimes in:
“Who on Earth do you think you are? A Superstar?”
(“Well Wrong You Are!”)