I'm very simple in Musings

You think that giving me a diamond bullshit piece of jewelry is what I want to remember when my mother is dying?!?!

And yes maybe I was extremely irate. I hadn’t slept, i drank all night with my brother, we smoked tons of pot and I had a panic attack in the salon and started crying, feeling cold and sweaty.

So no Alex how about you buy my mother a 1up or mend the disaster of tangled webs of bullshit is coming to the light…
you think i give a fuck about a piece of shit jewelry? Finding out that my siblings think I’m not only beyond a drug addict, but a prostitute and I’ve fallen into doing crack… and then I found out that she’s been spinning negative stories about us to each other…

You think I want a fucking piece of jewelry!? Fucking drop 100 k at the Alzheimer’s foundation or At the research to rewind time. She’s not gonna die soon but she’s spilling out secrets and they are different from each of her kids recollections.

Moral of the story is: don’t fucking buy me some dumb ass expensive piece of jewelry when shit is hitting the fan. I don’t wanna remember that I got this when my mom was dying

Bye