Going through some of my old photos, I come across this one of my crazy ex. Talk about art imitating life. If I knew she was that crazy, I wouldn've never gave her the fake gun.
Ah, those were the bad days. Acting like we were a hardcore couple taking no shit from anybody. But in reality, we hated each others guts. Hope the honeymoon sucks baby! But I'm so over it as you guys can tell. Trust me, this is the last time I'll ever talk about her. Promise.
