water and these girls. what kind of mothers will they be, had they had? sad for them and for you to be thier kid. they don’t know what they’re doing. always like this. wasn’t it? you know, you’ve had to know. my cut on the right hand just at the thumb crease is splitting and it hurts to open up too much. obviously. what a joke. coughing in the alley at the back door, coughing and laughing and you can hear. we’re not getting away with anything at all. laugh, smile and nod. and you can’t get away with anything. she’s drunk or high on something not mellowing.