It was kinda fun being out and social. Bill wasn't trying to mess around with me either. He is just a nice guy. Who many men do I know like that?? Not many. After a few beers I got my shit together and called daddy. He heard my voice and started crying. Then of course I started crying. We talked about everything I went through and he wants me to come home. I never do good in Kentucky though, it always tempts me to get mixed up in drugs and bad men. It made my head so happy to hear daddy's voice. My blues turned hot pink and when I hung up, I felt so good I had a jell-o shot! After about 3 of those I asked the bartender for a job, and she said could sell shots! So that's what I'm doing. It's pocket money.
I feel better for callin' daddy. I wish I could just find Jules now. Breathe in, breathe out.... For now I'll sell shots. Better then sellin' my body.
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You're right, selling shots is better! I'm glad you called your daddy.
Thank you! I think it's better for me too. Daddy said he'd love me no matter what :) do you live in Texas?
yes, i am about 30 minutes from you.
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