> Well I'm back again, after a crazy adventure just 1 town over. One of
> my old buddies called me up from inside the mental hospital and told
> me he had met this girl inside. Well actually she called me up & told
> me she wanted to meet me. She was getting out that day, and she
> called me the next to drive over to the suburbs of Dayton and pick her
> up among all the sprawl. She turned out to be 75%% Cherokee, and she
> had instant "feelings" for me. Our first date, we went to Ha Ha
> Pizza, second date I took her out to get her lip pierced, and she
> kissed me. She was told not to kiss me after she got her lips
> pierced, so she did it before, and then we were officially "Dating".
> I wish I counted the number of times we kissed after that. The last
> time anyone kissed me on the lips was when I was 18, and she told me
> that's how old she was even though she looked older than me. We made
> all sorts of plans, I took her out to see the horses I'm riding, we
> were going to go see David Copperfield, she wanted me to move with her
> to Indiana. All over the course of 3 days. But then I gave her the
> final test. I told her "I love you", and like I always say I really
> mean it. That's when she turned into her other self! Next thing I
> know she is pressuring me for sex, and demanding $300, and has all of
> these crazy ghetto kids all in her buisness. I knew something was
> wrong with her from the beginning, because when she came out of the
> hospital she had a busted lip, and a black eye, had burns on her arms,
> and old scars from where she had cut herself. I offered to give her a
> place to stay at my moms, but that's not good enough, she needed the
> money to pay rent where she was living. So now I'm not going to see
> David Copperfield (Which I never really intended to do), and she has a
> bunch of my stuff over at her place where I'm not even going back to.
> I knew if I told her I loved her, I would see her true self, because
> it works every time. Turns out she didn't care for me from the start
> and was lying the whole time. But that's how you have to play the
> game. She talks to me like a fucking prosecuting lawyer on the phone
> now, and makes up facts, even hanging up on me. I don't know if I
> should call the police and report her for being a Ho, or if some of
> the guys I snitched out had their girlfriends arrange a sting
> operation with Miami Vice...
>
> What do you all think? I've had a blast anyway. I would rather give
> a cherokee a hug & kiss than see David Copperfield any day.. I told
> the girl I wasn't going to sleep with her though, unless she really
> wanted to marry me. And she told me she did, of course. But that's
> not good enough. What I really wanted to do was take her out to a pow
> wow, so she could meet some other native american men. But it isn't
> my job to save anyone. Endangered human races or not. I'm not even
> depressed about it..