8bit_____

Saw Kill Bill and liked it.

Spent last night in the ER with psycho angel crying handcuffed to the chair. Apparantly, I called 911 as she claimed to attempt suicide (no pun intended). They came and took her away. I had no idea I would actually have to go with them. She scratched me up pretty damn bad. I have bite marks and digged in nail marks on my upper body. The cop told me "Look, I don't know you but if we come back again, we're taking you in. Capeshe?"

I said that I understood. It's not good to talk back to a cop. The logic of her killing herself and me trying to prevent that eludes them. In this world if a girl is in bad shape and you're her man, it's your fault. No two ways about it.

Now I understand what the blues are for millions of unlucky boyfriends in prison over some confusing and chaotic evening.

Luckily, I'm drunk tonight and not in jail so the chaos didn't run it's course. Hopefully, it won't -- that is if I can get out of this fast.