I’m thinking about how maybe, just maybe, there’s the smallest, slightest little sliver of a chance that—
You’re really determined to get as low as you can, aren’t you? The little devil on my shoulder isbeing a serious asshole right now.
Because, really, as I sit here and tug at a stray sleeping bag thread, I already know. I play this littlegame with myself—will she, won’t she, will she, won’t she?—but at the end of the day, I know.
She’ll be at the same old s**t job that makes her work overtime for the same s**t illegal sub-minimumwage, with the same old s**t boyfriend who tried to molest her own daughter. She’ll still be the samedisappointment, even miles away, separated by a phone line.
Thoughts of my mom are just what I need to bang the final nail into the coffin of My Life S
