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.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
No Honor Among Addicts
Crystal Meth Beth freaks out because momma tried to "throw her out to the sharks" when an Adult Protective Services clerk parks his truck in the driveway (too scared to get out of his vehicle) to inquire of Beth if she is beating on her mother any less often this week. Not that beating little 79 year-old ladies is a bad thing in the piney woods of east Texas. Just asking. Casual-like.
Tags: drugs, addicts, drug addict, addiction, social welfare clerks, APS dishonor, filthy house, nasty home, dirty girl, crackhouse, crackhead, elder abuse, APS, Rodney Jones, psychotic drug den, creepy woman, Marshall Texas, piney woods, east Texas, marquisdejolie, redneck, redneckery, Bethzilla, Beth Leigh Jarvis, Beth Peterson, Beth Grable, Jarvis, macabre house, house of horrors
Labels:
Bethzilla,
Rodney Jones,
Substance abuse,
Substance dependence
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment