Shake Down

Hoo boy. When I originally thought about making this blog, I thought it would all be dope addictions and artistic ghosts. I didn’t know I’d step into a drama rife with finger pointing and fist shaking. To be fair, I could’ve never anticipated how long Tommie would maintain her own storyline.

I do like that Apartment 3-G takes almost extreme measures to make sure you remember everyone’s name. “Hi Joe. Your children, Kenley and Tyler, are with their mother.” “Are you referring to Vicki? Are you, Tommie??” “Don’t you shake your fist at me, Joe!” Heh. Like Tommie would ever say that.

The picture frame mysteriously floats around the room… and I bet Margo decided on that black accent wall.