My GPS is fucken trash.
Literally made the wrong turn 4 miles back but this bitch didn't say anything. Instead of having me do a uturn at any stoplight in that 4 mile strip, it took me all the way to the fwy entrance. Made me get on and go back the way I came from then told me to exit on the street I missed my turn at. Literally wtf. There was so much fucken traffic on the fwy at this hour.
I've never had that happen before. Now I was 20 min late to pick up Maverick instead of being 5 min late.
😇- at the entrance now.
🤡- ok. Im going.
After a few minutes Maverick appeared through those double doors. I pulled up closer to the curb as he came out limping, acting like he was dying.
I didn't think this would be so funny you guys but I was laughing so hard at the sight of him.
"Get in loser, we're going to the strip club!" His nurse laughed as she opened the car door for him.
"Why tf did I ever think asking you for a ride was a good idea?" Hes stupid. No one in their right mind would ever ask this of me. Not even his brother wanted me near him after getting the snip. But here we are.
"Who else you gonna call? I'm your only friend out here." Facts.
Caden said they haven't spoken since the night I damn near broke my ankle. But why am I still in contact with Caden?? ill get back to you on that.
But the point here is, he's not speaking to that guy. The only people he has out here.. is his mom & me. Thats it. All his friends are in Chicago. Michael is hundreds of miles away. Ya girl was his only option cus he didn't want his mommy knowing any of this. I don't wanna know any of this shit either tbh but I can't back out now.
"Sorry I'm late.. my GPS is shit."
"Its alright."
"Sooo, I cleared my entire schedule to be here for you.. I thought we could chill the rest of the day, rent a bunch of movies and I'll make you boys dinner before i go.. you'll be alright during the night, right? Cus I gotta work."
"I'll be fine.. you dont gotta stay if you got shit to do. I can order food. I just need a ride home." Eyeroll. I already cleared my fucken schedule. Does he not know what that means? And by schedule, I mean I didnt take those sleeping pills to knock me out so I could be up all night.
"I already agreed to do this. So we're doing this... we are gonna watch a marathon of movies you should've watched years ago but didn't cus you were too busy being boring."
"Its called working."
"Whatever. I dug up 3 classics. This one is first. I just wanna know how youve gone your whole life without watching Forrest Gump? Your kids have seen it. They quote it all the time and you have no idea what they're fucken talking about." Everyone has seen that damn movie except for this man.
"Please tell me they prescribed me something to knock me out the rest of the day." The nurse was helping him get buckled in cus i wasnt doing any of that.
He is so dramatic. Yall should've seen this shit.
"Oh Mr Santoro that sounds better than the strip club idea." I thought so.
"Dont worry, I'll take you there when it's in working condition again."
"I'm gonna kill you. And stop fucken laughing. Put your fucken phone away, no one is supposed to know about this." He put his hand over my camera. I wanted to document this so I could laugh at him later and possibly blackmail him but he took it out of my hands.
