A Friendly Reminder

A Friendly Reminder A Friendly Reminder

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An angry letter about an asshole.

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An angry letter about an asshole.

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Submitted: February 16, 2012

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Submitted: February 16, 2012

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Dear me,

 

Jesse mind as well be dead. He is dead. When I sang "Kerosene" for him the last day I saw him… that was a moment of fate. That song told him off in the best way possible. I thank you god for allowing that to happen. He will never forget that for as long as he lives. Maybe it would be best to think about what we did and analyze it; so I can see just what kind of relationship we really had. I was dating a child. He didn’t know how to love me. Just like the others. He was no different.  All we ever did was look for drugs together. And really that’s all he wanted was a girl to hang out with and get high with and occasionally fuck and get head from. I can’t believe I ever loved him. He listened to shitty music, had retarded friends and was a backwoods no good redneck. No not the good kind. The kind that gets drunk and passes out in the creek; the kind that wants a shotgun because it’s cool to have a shotgun and because automatic pistols are too complicated; The kind that claims his grandma was as sweet and wonderful and as delightfully country as your granny just to win the who’s more country competition. ..And there’s no way in hell. The kind that dress like Jason aldean and listen to Biggie; the kind that loooove Johnny Cash but don’t know the words to "Wanted Man". Retard. The kind that thinks he knows Elvis better than you even though you’ve heard your papaw belt pretty much every song Elvis ever sang. Well… the ones Elvis sang before his fat years. The kind that shove their dick in your ass without asking, even though you’ve never taken it in the ass before; did I mention he didn’t use lube? Yeah. Not too fun for me. But it was great for him. He never ate me out. Not once. Even though I gargled his cum every time he waved his cock in my face. My racist, overly religious high-school boyfriend ate me out more than he did. And believe me, that pretty fuckin bad. I risked getting expelled because of him. I risked so much on account of his nasty ass. He talked about girls around me. Any half retarded guy knows you don’t mention another female in the presence of your girlfriend. I’ll be honest, it really hurt me to hear about all the fun he was having with other bitches.  But now he can have as many “friends who happen to be girls” as he wants. And ya know what? I really don’t care what girl’s he’s fuckin.  Those bitches can have him. All of him. His fake country ass and all. Cowboys suck.

-Love, me


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