Bliss Nash, hate people.
That's all there is to it.
She hates all people equally, well mostly all people.
There is just one person she hates more than everyone else, Tim, her sisters screwup of a husband.
But this isn't about Tim and Bliss, beca...
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Ruh...
No! Not today!
R-r-ruh...
Not today, dang it!
Rrrrrrruh...
Please, if there is anyone up there, I swear, I'll eat spinach and not complain.
I'll stop laughing when kids fall.
I'll try to somewhat tolerate people.
Okay, maybe not that last one because people are annoying as shit and smell as bad too.
Unclasping my hands, I look to my right where crazy Mr. Willie stares from the dumpster. Of course, he isn't wearing pants either and has the morning paper clutched in his old pervy hand, while the other is scratching his crotch.
Gross, I think I just vomited in my mouth.
Grabbing the key again, I turn it in the ignition, hoping my pick of junk truck will start before crazy Mr. Willie decides to walk over with his crotch scratching hand and perv hand.
Rrrrrruh...r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r...rrrruh...
"Shi-" ruff!
Dramatically turning my head right again, this time my eyes fall on Adonis who is looking at me like my mom does when I'm about to drop another f-bomb. Rolling my eyes, I bite out a sarcastic apology through clenched teeth. "Sorry, mother." I swear, he smirks with his stupid doggy mouth.
Nearly jumping out of my skin when there is a loud knock on my window, I can literally feel my skin crawl because of the eyes roaming over me. Giving Adonis one last look, he shakes his head quickly, his ears making a loud slamming sound as they try to stay upright. It's like he is telling me not to look, I have to listen to him.
The knock sounds again, louder and more impatient. Adonis huffs and I sigh turning my head to the left this time, locking eyes with Mr. Willie staring into my truck with interest. He's always been particularly fascinated with the dinosaur of a truck.
It's not a hideous truck, just ridiculously old and needs a good mechanics touch to get her running properly again. By good mechanic I mean my idiot brother and slightly crazy dad. I guess my cousin too since he's almost always at mom's house.
Rolling down the window since that seems to be the only thing that works on occasion, it's too bad that this is one of the times it actually does. How I wish the window would have stuck.
Internally cringing when Mr. Willie puts his crotch hand on the partially rolled down window, I can only think about how many cleaning supplies I'll go through before I can feel comfortable touching the window once again.
