Story of my life...

So I'm heading on up to Marin for another hearing for my crazy baseball wielding girlfriend killing cousin, and honestly I don't know how to feel - part of me knows that that fucker is better off in that hellhole - hey, at least WE are, fo sho..but another part of me feels, from time to time, an emotion I personally rarely feel: Pity. and sure as hell this shithead did not feel this when he was pounding this biach down. add another battle inside my head...

and who says life isn't interesting...in fact i probably win...son of a bitch...