Who Needs Brakes?

Hey Friends,

After a few shots of whiskey, two packs of Virginia Slims and almost a handful of Vicodin (I ran out of Percocets), I called Leonard up and told him I'd testify against Cain, but first I needed his help. I told him to pull any and all info he could find about Cain and his family--namely, his father. His death really shell-shocked Cain and seemed to one of his--perhaps his only--weak spot. I never told anybody this, but Cain cried in my arms about his daddy. He'd even wake up screaming for him in the middle of the night! I know, I know, you'd never think a man as tough as Cain would be such a pussy.

Leonard said it would take a day or so to get me the information I wanted. I didn't tell him about the phone call I got last night--I didn't want him to put a guard outside my trailer or anything. No, I wanted to continue living as normal a life as possible and I did just that.

I had breakfast at a truck stop down the road and even managed to turn a quick trick for some gas money. I went shopping at Wal*Mart and Big Lots and even bought a couple toys for Starla (they were really doggie chew toys, but she's a baby--she won't know the difference). I was on my way back home when I noticed something awfully strange about my car.

The brake lines had been CUT!

I managed to get home in one piece, but in order to stop the car, I had to make a snap decision: plow into my trailer or someone else's. I chose the latter and let's just say Unis isn't very happy with me right now and I'll probably not be invited to Bingo again. I told her walls can be fixed but I couldn't be brought back from the dead. She said she wishes I had died! What a grumpy old bitch!

So I'll be staying in for a while, which is OK with me because American Idol, Big Brother, Bad Girls Club and the JDMA are all on tonight!!!!!


Love,

Trasha