Mr McKenna
Just a nice guy.
Okay.
Next door to me is this young couple, if you want to call them that.
The guy is twenty-six. He deals drugs. He's one of those skinny, red-haired, nike wearing shit-heads that you want to punch out.
Looks like this prick.
His girlfriend is seventeen. She's come to me before, saying that he was hitting and choking her. She told me to call the police, which I did. When they came, she didn't tell them anything, because she didn't want to get him in trouble.
Fucking idiot.
Anyway, as I type this, I can hear her squealing away, probably getting slapped around.
I'd love to call the police, but I just know she'll make some excuse, and not tell them a thing.
Besides, she fucked me around the last time, causing me to lose hours out of a day when I could have been doing a University assignment. Today is the same; I have an assignment to do.
So, yeah.
Do I call the police, only to have her waste their time and mine, or do I listen to the symphony of her screaming?
Next door to me is this young couple, if you want to call them that.
The guy is twenty-six. He deals drugs. He's one of those skinny, red-haired, nike wearing shit-heads that you want to punch out.
Looks like this prick.
His girlfriend is seventeen. She's come to me before, saying that he was hitting and choking her. She told me to call the police, which I did. When they came, she didn't tell them anything, because she didn't want to get him in trouble.
Fucking idiot.
Anyway, as I type this, I can hear her squealing away, probably getting slapped around.
I'd love to call the police, but I just know she'll make some excuse, and not tell them a thing.
Besides, she fucked me around the last time, causing me to lose hours out of a day when I could have been doing a University assignment. Today is the same; I have an assignment to do.
So, yeah.
Do I call the police, only to have her waste their time and mine, or do I listen to the symphony of her screaming?


