heartattacked

I've named my car Gigi. Gigi the Jetta, aww.

I haven't spoken to my real father in over six years, because quite honestly, I hate his guts. But the other day my momma told me he used to go to Tijuana every few months, where he'd been arrested once or twice and he had a girl named Lupe. When I was a little kid, he'd tell me I had siblings all over the world, and I still believe him. He was a real asshole all his life, and he didn't slow down any when he was with my mom for the first four years of my life. As much as I dislike him, I kind of like to think that half of the DNA that made this little monsta' came from a tequila chuggin', pool hustlin'. jailbird like him. The man's been in prison more times than I can count, done more drugs than any of the rockstars I adore, fucked half the country and I don't think he's ever apologized for anything in his life. He's the one person I've ever met who I can honestly say does not give a fuck. Kind of makes the dads on TV look boring.