|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
SSSSoooo... my husband was laying down... and I was freaking out... I woke him up and said that now it was a tan sedan after me (saw it drive past like, 6 times in two hours). Gave him a scenerio to sneak me out of the house... that is totally nuts (but would cloak me).
Then I asked him to please let me take a nap... and would he stand watch for the sedan?
Get up... he's in the living room (not outside watching for the car like I'd asked).
"Did you see it?"
"Nope." With dorky smile like, 'nothing wrong... you were just being paranoid.
Put on my cowboy boots because I'm pissed off at my husband and I know he's fucking wrong. Get some money.
I'm going to the liquor store.
So... off I go to the liquor store... cigarette in hand... walking like a bitch with my head down, my face mean and my arms puffed...
I barely get down the driveway and there's the sedan at the corner. Just as I'd told my roommate they were stopping to glance from.
I go nice and slow. I notice three or four similar cars... which was what I'd already known... when they switched vehicles; they picked a car that blends in with the scenery, better... because the one little bitch-boy told his master that I'd been talking to the woman next door!
I made conversation with the clerk and asked about gang activity in the area and described everything for him... as I suspected; he doesn't know anything about gang activity in the area. *rolls eyes* Whatever. Sure, you don't.
Saw another foot soldier walkin' out of the store! This guy had red shorts, shoes, shirt. Walked like an asshole. As he walked past, I stared him him down... He looked down and away...
...these fuckers fear me.