“Please, honey. Everyone knows he’s a crackhead.” It’s not okay to hit a pregnant woman. “Quite frankly, I’m surprised he’s not dead yet.” A smirk twists her shiny pink lips and she shrugs. “Not to be a bitch, but the band will be much better off once he finally ODs.” Her eyes swivel to her baby daddy. “Memphis can be the lead singer then.” Oh hell no.
