I swear if it wasn’t for the fact that I think Roxy is the greatest thing since putting beer in ice would still be riding the road with my boys in the southwest. It has only been a few days since me and her have gotten here to Boston. And so far I’ve been shot at trying to get us a place to stay. Strung around by vampires that look like they’d faint if a single bit of dirt got under there precious nails. Forced to commit breaking and entering as well as grand theft auto, although I did enjoy that part. But I did not enjoy having to deal with police. Nor did I enjoy getting maced right in the eyes and having to drive all the way back to Boston.
And now that all is said and done Roxy needs to get some of her things from Chicago and have to deal with a jackass who does want to budge on the price of the van she wants. I swear some days I just don’t want to get up in the morning, or afternoon, or whenever the hell time I get up.