Maybe if I duck and sped off he won’t… ah too late. Damn so much for that plan!

Glen stood right in front of the car. Red is definitely not his color, I need to tell him that. Haha, yea not a good time for humor!

“Spencer, get the fuck out of the truck, please!?” Glen yelled. Uh oh, here it comes.

“Ashley, go in the house, I’ll be fine. My brother and I need to discuss something in private.” I said begging. Yea the begging thing is only a one time deal.

“Yes Glenie, what did I do this time?” I taunted him. If, I’m going to get the third degree I might as well have some fun right? It’s not even my fault for this shit.

 “I told you specifically to stay the fuck away from this girl, and you I quote ‘promised’ you would.” He paused for a second, “I am right, do you not say that you would stay away from this one?” I smirked and waited for him to go on. “Nod your head yes and no!”

Oh hell no now he must be high! No one in their right mind, talks down to me like this.

“Glen I didn’t even fucking do anything okay!? I yelled at him, hoping it would sink in that dense ass head of his.

“God you’re such a slut!? For once, why couldn’t you just keep a promise?” He screamed and shook his head. “I guess some things never change Spence.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your girls on a leash, now is it?” His demeanor shifted as the comment left my mouth. He was hurt. The prick deserved a piece of my mind, despite how harsh it sounded.

“Oh and Glenie just so you know, I wasn’t the one that called to come over. So the next time you accuse someone, maybe you should reevaluate it first!?” I sneered and then got back into my truck.

Man this pretty much blows. Now what?

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“Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that’s all we need
We go to far at the dogs.
Smoke that pound of weed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin’ them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
and sell tapes from here to hong kong”