
I mean really, surrounded. My sister flirts with anything in pants. She invited my coworker, john, upstairs for who knows what, and got caught in a compromising position on a park bench with some old fogey. Ick. I'm really beginning to dislike her. her cutesy stuff wears real thin after she's had a few drinks. John's probably laughing about her at work. she's holding me back I know it.

This other girl, Raina, in the apartment complex claims she only likes women, right sure, she got married didn't she? She's just a different kind of tramp. We get into it all the time, any excuse to touch a man I guess. The only woman in the whole complex with a good head on her shoulders is Zola. Very proper woman.

At least I can get out of here for work. I do a touring stand-up routine, rant comedy whatever you want to call it. Every Saturday it's in town on the Village Green. It's low level but I'm on the right path to become a famous magician.
No comments:
Post a Comment