Christmas Carol part4
to bust it.
Emery got this nutso look, tossed his clipboard on the floor, made a
big loud clatter, a couple of kids squeaked, some of them jumped like
frightened mice.
He stares at me goes “I thought I’d finally got rid of you br..
Sonofa… je… How many of you ARE there??”
I remember I grinned a big ugly grin, I was missing my bottom front
teeth, I hollered “There’s only one’a ME, I ain’t twins!”
Like I said, I got a big psycho streak, nothing scares me, it’s not a
good survival instinct I guess, but I found early on that most people
ARE chickenshit, and don’t shove back; you can take what you want from
…End of the part4. To be continued..