Angry Phoebe

Then I told her about the record. She asked for the pieces, and took them right out my hand and then she put them in the drawer of the night table. She kills me. She asked me why I wasn’t home Wednesday. She knew I got kicked out. Then she hit me on the leg with her fist. She gets very emotional I swear to god. She smacked me again with her fist. If you don’t think that hurts, your crazy. Then she flopped on her stomach on the bed and put the goddam pillow case over her head. She’s a true madman sometimes. She wouldn’t take it off. I kept saying ’C’mon, hey… Hey Weatherfield. C’mon out. She wouldn’t come out, though. You cant reason with her sometimes. Finally, I got up and went out of the living room and got some cigarettes out of the box on the table and stuck some in my pocket. I was all out.