My Boyfriend

I am not yet called my boyfriend, David Hasselhoff's boyfriend of the Cavalier era. I sometimes call him "Origami Sex Maggot" or "Paper-Dick Dave", but in most cases I will not call him at all. I am never angry. Even then, David did not have a silver fish rageing my old liar magazine. I just drunk a bottle of Evan Williams for traveling size and then grab it until the bottle broke. A piece of glass was stuck in my hand.

That happened. When I was in my teens my mother 's new boyfriend stimulated my long - awaited expectation of my father. There are several boyfriends in my mother, I always understand. She is no longer married. I do not know the reason, but I believe my father is love for her life. But this boyfriend is worthless. I thought that she was humiliating with him on that day. He does not respect her. She should be far better than the man she met at the bar. I still remember the slap she gave me after I sent the word "bar". I admit that I deserve it. I have learned this for many years. At that time, when my skin was slapping and still burning, I remembered boxes and letters. I remember a special letter saying "When you spent the worst time with your mother"