There is something wrong with parents I swear. I hear stories from Mom all the time about when she was younger. You know the kind of stories im talking about. But she catches me smoking in town once and suddenly im the spawn of the devil, like she can't look 20 years into the past and see herself.
It'd be fine if we didn't live in the middle of fucking nowhere, I hate this place. I bet one of the Bueno sisters called her and told her where to find me, cause she practically drove straight into Sam's parking lot to get me. This place is too fucking small.
