Nothing else will make my stomach drop worse than receiving a phone call that my parents are in the hospital somewhere in Reno because some cunt decided to crash into their car and speed off like the cunt she is. Nothing else will make my eyes widen larger or my heart race faster. And to cherry top my fantastic fourth of July, I have to wait anxiously until whenever they get home, with a rock sitting on my chest. It's always my parents... It's true. Bad things happen to good people.
I just want them home. Now.
I just want them home. Now.
