my life and pretty sure I passed it. I didn’t need to have my daughter with a psycho boyfriend. And now, it’s the psycho’s psycho fucking cousin. What the fuck have I done to deserve that? Was I a mass murderer in a past life or something? “Levi!” My wife pulls on my shirt’s sleeve from her position on the table beside me. “You’re staring.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I was supposed to be fucking glaring,”
