Bab 43: Chapter 43: LAW

Just that easily the conversation segued from hate groups to our women and their fucked up mentality. Clay's old pussy whipped ass was griping about Ginger Lee and her shit; Kyle always has problems because his woman is a crazy fuck, and well, Brand just has his mountain of shit to handle.

Travis seemed to be the only one of us who had his shit under control because as much as I hate to admit it, I don't have a handle on shit with my own situation.

Dana Sue has somehow morphed into this whole other being. It seems that as her bruises faded, so did her reticence. I know now that she is the most opinionated, hardheaded fuck this side of the Rio Grande. If I weren't careful most days, she'd argue me to death just because she could.

She has no fear of me, or my empty threats, because somehow since the first time I took her, she seems to have realized that my bark is worse than my bite where she's concerned.