Longtime readers might have noticed that I haven't mentioned Sock in quite some time.
(For those of you unfamiliar with Sock, just click on the tag at the end of this story and read from the bottom up.)
The truth is, after she threatened me with paternity of her children, and her father's threats of murder, I had successfuly managed to avoid her and her psycho family.
I woke up this afternoon to this picture slid underneath my door, with a cryptic note telling me to "Do the write thing" or some terrible things might happen to me.
So I'm not sure what to do now, I like this place too much to move, but I know for a fact that these kids aren't mine. Their mother is a whore, and really, just look at them, they look nothing like me.
I guess I'll just drink on it.