We used to get drunk and FUCK and now all I wanted to do was honk and she didn’t want to. In the meantime my Pops was not really a help he kept calling her my nigger girlfriend but she wasn’t really truthfully I don’t know what she was she didn’t look like DR either, brown girl named Ginger what are you supposed to think. It sounds like a big deal but it wasn’t because Pops is a fucking prick and I paid him no heed on any subject at all. POPS had his own issues he saw plenty of people’s heads blown off and ripped to pieces in car crashes and Mister Great Santini just wanted to get loaded and push people around his cop buddies used to carry him home puke on his uniform what a fuckin loser. So FUCK HIM anyway. He was OBVIOUSLY an alcoholic any IDIOT could see that and I was going to be nothing of the kind.

Then there were some dark days it got to be where Ginger and I didn’t really have a plan and done fucked and done all the drugs we wanted and there was nothing left and she was worried about me and truthfully I was worried about her because there was nothing for a brown girl named Ginger to do in fuckin Rockaway cept get in trouble. And I was expected to go to college somehow I managed to put some decent grades together so we were coming to the END OF THE FUCKIN LINE for T22 and Ginger. It was staring at us DAILY. And she was calling me ASSHOLE and throwing shit at me because she didn’t like it when I would get zooted then we just used to fight all the time about God knows what. Interestingly enough she never broke up with me and interestingly enough I never cheated on her even though I had plenty of chances FOR FUCKING SURE but I loved her fat ass and deep down I loved her lots.

So that’s what was going on when POPS ran over Ginger’s retarded little sister right in the middle of the fuckin street right in broad fuckin daylight right with his cop car right when he was fucked up right when he was leaving the fuckin Sugar Bowl right when Ginger’s mom was hosing some drug dealer so Ginger got called to the hospital to look at the mangled body. I heard later there was brains hangin out and shit POPS completely fuckin greased her not just ran into her but ran her OVER. Done by my pops, drunk driving alcoholic mother fucker. I only found out about this later because I was having a party for one in my room and Ginger called the house on the telephone screaming crying couldn’t understand her and I went over to see her and she was BEATING on me, screaming, and I figure out what happened and THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO. You see I guess this is the point in the story where I am supposed to go back to the house and get my father’s gun and blow his motherfuckin head off for killing my girlfriend’s little sister but I’m not gonna do that no I’m not, what the fuck is this some kind of Shakespeare play or something like that the last thing we need is more drama. He was an ASSHOLE before and he’s an asshole now and the difference is she has no little sister and now I have no girlfriend.