From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Drug Addiction In Marshall, Texas
Me and momma check on my sister Beth nightly to see if she's alive, passed out in her own puke or overdosed and one night we found her face down in a big pile of toothpicks. But Beth doesn't mind because she has a mattress to sleep on along with a maid, cook, ATM machine, and quality drugs delivered to her bedside. It's an addict's Shangri La. The flipcam shut itself off just as Beth discovers a face full of toothpicks and exclaims, "What's THAT doing here?"
Tags: toothpicks, psychosis, psychotic, crazed drug den, crack house, drugs, addiction, creepy, Marshall Texas, lazy police, MPD, APS, piney woods, easttexas, marquisdejolie, redneck, Beth Peterson, Beth Grable, Beth Jarvis, macabre
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