Anyway,
let’s talk about that scumbag.
He went off the cliff.
After drinking our liquor room dry,
carving “tattoos” into my skin,
and leaving me
with a bruised eye.
He went out laughing—
and found himself
at the edge of a cliff,
with me
pulled along
by my hair.
I won’t tell you
what led to what.
But at the end of it,
he was at the bottom.
And I was “frantically”
running home
to call an ambulance,
praying quietly
for vultures to arrive
before help did.
Questions were asked.
Oh well.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
Anyway,
let’s talk about that scumbag.
He went off the cliff.
After drinking our liquor room dry,
carving “tattoos” into my skin,
and leaving me
with a bruised eye.
He went out laughing—
and found himself
at the edge of a cliff,
with me
pulled along
by my hair.
I won’t tell you
what led to what.
But at the end of it,
he was at the bottom.
And I was “frantically”
running home
to call an ambulance,
praying quietly
for vultures to arrive
before help did.
Questions were asked.
Oh well.
Part 2 of a series.
The story unfolds.
