Just that easily the conversation segued from hate groups to our women and their f****d up mentality. Clay's old p***y whipped ass was griping about Ginger Lee and her s**t; Kyle always has problems because his woman is a crazy f**k, and well, Brand just has his mountain of s**t to handle.
Travis seemed to be the only one of us who had his s**t under control because as much as I hate to admit it, I don't have a handle on s**t with my own situation.
Dana Sue has somehow morphed into this whole other being. It seems that as her bruises faded, so did her reticence. I know now that she is the most opinionated, hardheaded f**k this side of the Rio Grande. If I weren't careful most days, she'd argue me to death just because she could.
She has no fear of me, or my empty threats, because someho
