Truth is, I got worries. Punk ass bitch hasnt had income since Little Lamb left. Been a year at least. Even though I dig his crib the situation inside is bleak. Some weeks theres no power. Some weeks theres no water. When the toilets are dry me and Midget have to go squat in the backyard garbage. Dominos and Hardees and Dunkin Donuts trash tall as your ass. Of course theres flies too but I guess for Midge thats a bonus.

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What Im sick a most is the mice. Its like Robbies parents left Robbie the house and he couldnt even keep hold of it. The mice stole it right from him. They rule the whole thing now even if you cant hardly see them under the trash. I step on one of their wiggly little asses about once a week. You ever hear a mouse scream? Sharkweek like that will give you nightmares. Believe.

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One time I reached in one a the holes in the wall cuz I guess Im a stupid bitch. Robbies walls have holes all over from when he gets mad and karates everything. Anyway I reached in and it felt like hot mac and cheese but it ended up being a nest a mice, tiny pink babies with skin like bruises and that dont have eyes yet. It made me almost throw up so I found some McDonald salt packs and poured it all over those yucky little bitches cuz I know thats how you melt a snail. Next time I checked all there was was bones. But Robbie said it wasnt the salt that did it, it was cuz the bigger mice eat the littler mice. Was that supposed to make me feel better?

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Robbies on his own dealing with the mice and all a his other problems cuz like I said, Robbies folks, wherever they are, dont talk to him. Lately Robbies been pawning his dads clocks, so you know his financials are rough. The clocks are the best dang things in the entire whole house. Ask anybody that lives on Yellow Street and theyll tell you how this situations gonna play out. One day the city will haul Robbies furniture and what clocks hes got left to the curb and board up the joint. What happens to Robbie then? Where are me and Midge and Dag supposed to go after that? Maybe its a positive thing the dozers are bashing closer every day.

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A while back, I dropped my push pop in Robbies parents old room and when I reached under the trash I found this giant size scrapbook with materials from Robbies fabulous youth. Tons a newspaper clips and snaps of him in a bad ass helmet and awards that said <MVP>. Dang! I hid that scrapbook way under Robbies folks bed cuz it just made me sad. Nobody oughta drag that out to the curb where people might see it. Nobody needs to see that thing ever again.

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