i knew she was fn crazy

back when i used to work in the hotel that i hated, there were these two little old women that used to stay there all the time.  like for weeks at a time, even though they had a local address.  i didn’t think that they were drug dealers, but i always thought that it was strange that they were there for so long and paid so much money.  it seemed crazy to me.  but whatev.

the daughter was always strange.  looked strange, talked strange, dressed even stranger.  i mean she would wear these green plaid shorts with white socks up to her knees with penny loafers.  so not kidding.  she was always a bit off kilter.

this morning i’m sitting on the bed getting dress and to what should my suprised eyes should appear?  that woman, the daughter’s mug shot staring back at me.  what the fetch?!  she killed her mom.  i’m so not kidding.

the mother was taken to the hospital with blunt force trama to the back of her head.  and her daughter was caught in Montana.  yeah she ran from Michigan to Montana. 

i always knew she wasn’t right, but good lord.