Originally Posted by
MisterV
Billy sat in his pup tent on a Tampa sidewalk and stared at the Dinty Moore beef stew starting to boil on his sterno stove.
"What the fuck am I doing here?" he wondered.
"I mean, I committed no crime, I was only negligent and inattentive."
But then Billy realized that reality played no part in the story Tasha is writing.
"Why would someone of presumably at least average intelligence conclude that accidentally setting a house on fire is a crime?"
There was no answer other than the stew boiling over and making an angry hiss.
"And this bat shit crazy notion that Axl is my attorney: what nasty, stinking orifice did she pull that stupid notion out of?"
There were so many good questions, and no satisfactory answers.
"Fuck me, I'll just be glad when Tasha's little shit show is over."
Amen, Axl: amen.