Put some fruit in the pie!

This seems as good a time as any to add some filling!

I know ya’all Think i’ve Got a thing for pie—but really it’s just a great way to describe a bunch of stuff dumped into something that keeps it from running all over the floor.

Anyway— Leo and Lynn dated a pretty good while—like nine months. A couple of months into that deal things started getting tough for Leo. Lynn was sprouting plumage like some god damn Bannie rooster or some shit. And she was getting the attitude to go with it. Just like George Paul—be strutting her stuff and then get some feather cross ways up her ass — and quick as a fart go all ape crazy and flog the daylights out of whoever—namely Leo.

Out of complete frustration and a not so clear understanding of what he possibly could have done wrong he took to calling me—usually late at night to try and figure out what the hell was her deal.

Mostly I didn’t know, because she had this erratic kinda thing going on. So I’d claim lame in the guidance department and then Leo and I would keep talking about everything—-until quite late, or early, what ever you call 1 or 2 am. We got to know each other pretty good because Lynn was always bent about something.

AND THEN—they broke up!

But I was busy trying to save my ass from my dad and school—besides I was dating (arouuuund).