My emotions were starting to flood out against my will. Years of medicating them with smoke and pills and malt liquor had stuffed them into places they didn’t belong. They would fall out when I didn’t need them, didn’t want them. Every time I got really angry, my bitch-ass tear ducts would betray me. I couldn’t start fighting without tears bursting out, declaring me a little sissy. It was all I could do at times like this to just stay perfectly still and hope I didn’t shake any bitch water loose upon my face.
