Shorty's House

The other day me and my sweet friend were driving around looking for "holiday boutiques." One lead us right into the street where Shorty lived. Of course I had to show my sweet friend where Shorty grew up.

As we drove down the street all the awful memories started pouring back. It was as if we were approaching a hunted house at the end of the street.

Me and Shorty's mom did not get along. She thought I was a bad influence (who me?)  I was about 13 years old at the time. I decided to get revenge. I went in to Shorty's mom's bathroom medicine cabinet and flushed half her birth control pills down the toilet. Poor Shorty got her ass whooped for that one. I told Shorty's Mom I did it. Didn't matter, Shorty still got a beating.

Dear Shorty,

I still feel very bad about that one. I want to cry even now. Not that I messed up your mom's menstrual cycle, (or sex life) I feel bad that you were punished so severely. I am so sorry Shorty.

Love,
Your life long friend
RQ

Ps Remember you promised to come back to California in June.