THAT BITCH, NICKIE
Sunday, July 30, 2006
By ©Jesse RHINES, 2006
“No, I just got on the bus…no, I went to San Diego this weekend…my father said he was gonna meet me there but--as usual--he probably stayed at home with that bitch, Nickie…no, he said he was gonna come but he does this all the time…me and Jim, yeah…I don’t know what I’m gonna do, got any ideas? I don’t wanna go back there--last time I saw him it was there and he, he--you know I knew something was up cause when he left he took his back pack, his papers and everything cause--he said ‘some girl might pick me up and take me home,’ he’s a real meth head, him and that bitch Nickie…and you know next day I got up and he came in and I said “Dad, what’d you do last night?” and he gave me all this crap about he was out and hung with these people and didn’t get in ‘til real late and didn’t want to wake me, but I knew he’d been up all night--I just looked at him, I mean he said he’d stopped but every time he goes back with that bitch Nicke…hey, look, I’m almost at my stop, so, what are you gonna do…I guess I could…what time? I mean he told me he had stopped for a long time but one day he went back over there and that bitch Nickie slipped the meth right in his coffee…shit…hey, look my stop is next, so what do you want to do…yeah, I’ve got a little left but, but, but you might want to get some from…I mean it’s not much and it’s not very good, and...OK, OK...I’ll call you when I get in…gotta go, love you, bye.”