loud country music

its 22:15pm and eve is not okay.

When your 16 and more than likely an alcoholic life can be tough. I grew up in a place called jerusalam with strange men in floppy sandels, hot air and women who like to be beat with floppy sandels. I was not one of them women. People judged because i wanted a dead boy from the 90s entire arm down my throat... oh but the way he held his gun.
       Growing up was tough, my mother was a jew and had a deformed spine and my father worked for the local fishery... the only thing he fished was other women. My mother accepted the fact that my father did not want her due to the fact she walked like kayoko from the grudge. I had other family though. A grandmother called rhonda who was mistaken for Mary Magdalene because she preached that jesus went out of his way to show compassion towards the street walkers aka. The slut of jersuslum. A grandfather who got drunk in the courtyard to mr brightside. Us children were always confused. We didnt understand why our grandfather liked to get drunk at shout at preachers when they confronted him.
        Two months i was put into a sticky situation. My mother and father arranged a marriage for me they promised me a attractive older man who can sit in my collarbones and a nice home where i can bear children but man theres this hot dude 2 caccoons away from me who owns the most "ticket" sandels. He has the most beautiful afro but i am not aloud to communicate with him because my mother said he was a "stinkin nigger". Oh but i love him.