The Path HomeAs I turned the corner, the hooker glared at me as if I had something she wanted, something she wanted badly. Of course, I was only twelve at the time. I didn't know she was a hooker, and I didn't know exactly what it was she wanted from me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to give it to her. I turned away and continued on my usual path home.I hadn't noticed the police cars blocking my hood 'till I was a block away from my pad. A police officer was mercilessly pushing an arrested man into his LAPD car, which read "To protect and to serve".I checked out the house the man was dragged out from. All lights turned off, windows as stained as rus
You can drop it off today. ._.
What time today...