She woke up sick as fuck, at least this trick had a truck. She pulled on her hello kitty sweatshirt and faux fur tan boots and lit a cigarette without underwear. She wasn’t moving until this motherfucker told her to go.
She found a joint in the armchair of the bed bug infested couch and lit it up with the last match she found in her twat. Sigh… tasted like cherries.