After going out with some "friends" to Berlin on Belmont on that fateful Wednesday evening Mrs. Morris came home with a strange concoction on her breath- Jagermeister and fish. Feeling betrayed per their agreement that she said she'd stop doing that he started slapping her around. She left. He loaded his IPod with the songs of Morrisey and cried himself to sleep. Sometimes he drowns his sorrows in Rolling Rock and secretly cuts himself.
Ishcabittle needs your sympathy. Let him know you're there for him. Let him know you care.
Ishcabittle needs your sympathy. Let him know you're there for him. Let him know you care.