July 2nd
The Creep came for his weekly meal tonight. Some Big Deal he thinks he is. And She practically falls all over him like he’s doing her some big favor by coming over to eat. It makes me want to puke. It’s the one time I feel sorry for Himself. She acts like the Creep’s her husband instead of her son and Himself is just left right out. Poor turkey.
Hung out at the Bee Hive. Nothing much doing. That yo-yo Joe Carter came tooling down in his Maverick and asked me and the guys if we wanted to go for a ride, so we did even though he’s a jerk. What the hell, wheels are wheels. We rode around town and checked out the spots. Nothing. Took a drive up to Washington Rock and scared the pants off some of the kids making out in their cars by flashing a light on them. They thought we were the pigs.
Back to the B.H. No action. Got home at ten-thirty. Watched a dumb movie. There was this chick in it, Donna something, and she really pissed me off the way she went boogying around that flick. Just like Jaret. She needs somebody to knock her on her ass. Who do these chicks think they are, anyway? I’d show her what’s what if I had the chance. Dumb broad.