Near Miss

I just narrowly avoided going to the hospital last night. And today. Last night i called 911. It got so bad, big J. and the nightwatchman, P., were talking about guns in the hallway on the way out; and as we lit up our cigarettes they were talking about the state police, i think thst … Continue reading Near Miss →

Brawl on the smoking porch

They were all on me. I was about to call 911. Maybe i should have. Miss J (i promised not to use names) swore she didnt kniw what i was talking about when i called her on holding back the lighter shortly after i got here "Abby got burned," big J said, and i told … Continue reading Brawl on the smoking porch →