Deja F’ing Vu

It’s the same fucking email we have read for ten fucking years. The same fucking one! Ten years ago it’s A. you need to help your fucking sister and today it’s A. you need to to help your fucking sister. Doesn’t he fucking get it? Your fucking sister can’t be fucking helped. She’s a fucking addict. A fucking addict! She doesn’t give a fucking shit about you or me or her kids. And, fine, he is scared her fucking dying. Well guess fucking what? We all fucking are. Fucking terrified of finding her with a cracked skull bleed Out on the bathroom floor, blue and still at the bottom of the pool, neck broken on the first floor landing. What did C. fucking say? Got to let go of the rope. We all do. Right fucking now!