House of pain

There’s a rent house at the end of the street that’s home to a colorful rotating cast of ate-up methheads. They’re always outside, always fucking around, doing something crazy like throwing oil paintings across the yard, selling meth to random driver-uppers, throwing axes, mean-mugging all passers by… I saw this chick last week, skinny little chicken-legged bootyless bitch in booty shirts sitting in her truck … Continue reading House of pain