Crackheads
There’s a crackhead down the road that stopped by today, her second time in the last 6 months, to ask my dad for money. She makes up some excuse that she’s in a bind with her grandmother and daughter, etc and asks if my dad can spare any money. We always say no cause, well, we -can’t-.
I was outside unloading some 40lb bags of feed and I saw them get back into their car. She had some guy with her, young “gangsta” looking guy. I have a hard time thinking that they want money for anything other than drugs. And they both looked very physically capable of getting their own jobs and making their own money. Unlike my father who is on disability.
I hope they come by again when I’m home and I answer the door. I’ll be be answering it with a shotgun.
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