A time to sleep in and relax in bed, listening to the sound of the soft breeze outside, the trickle of the water in the creek, and the police pounding on the crack whore's back door.
Yes, for the second day in a row, the police have come to find Skank #2. For the second day in a row, they were unsuccessful. At least they came a little later today - about 8:15am - a respectable hour for the weekend. Maybe I'll stop setting my alarm clock and let them wake me up every morning with their door pounding.
Interestingly, Skank #1 came a callin' at about 1pm, just as I was heading out. I'm not sure why she'd stop by someone else's house and let herself in when no one was home. It's all very curious. Perhaps she just needed a place for self-pleasure. I don't know. I wasn't here to listen. Perhaps she sold her boyfriend's sound system and bought a Jackrabbit with the money.
At this moment, the back gate is open, which means Skank #1 left it open when she left or that someone else has since entered the house. It's so hard to keep track. All I know is that Skank "1's classy pickup is gone, which means she's left the building (perhaps a little warmer and pinker than when she arrived.)
I am waiting on pins and needles, OK, I'm not, but we'll see if the cops show up again tomorrow morning.
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