Thursday, March 31, 2011
After all that has happened and all of the chances they've been given, this is the right choice, difficult as it is.
It's like they're asking to get up from their time out.
I'd like to get up from my time out now.
Thank u so much. . . . . . . . . . . .
Posted by Leslie at Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
They were invited to leave after two days for the same reason -- intruders coming through floorboards and heating vents. Midnight calls to the police, who finally, in frustration, held them in 'the tank' until his dad picked them up.
The next day, they were delivered to a boarded-up building in a bad neighborhood in Philadelphia, where they are today . . . as far as I know. The things they didn't take with them were loaded into a U-Haul and dropped off at Goodwill.
Posted by Leslie at Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The winds last night. The upset. The barking dogs. The two. The heroin. The cocaine. The adderall. The cops. The ambulance. The meeting. The them and the us. The wish we hadn't. The what now.
"Dude, your perspective on life sucks."
Posted by Leslie at Saturday, February 19, 2011