Just the other day, I read some old newspapers and found a tragic-comedy story involving Klint Da Drunk and a teenager. The teenager, the old gist had it was so desperately in love with Klint, and even though she knew Klint is happily married that didn’t stop her from trying so hard to be the drunken master’s wife.
It must have been so hard, I figure, for the teenager because the man she loves so much is not feeling the same for her. She resorted to some form of blackmail, the story read, at first it was laughable. But when the comedy was no more cracking Klint’s rib, he called ‘911.’
When the Police intervened, the teenager confessed she couldn’t stop herself. Something inside told her she could make it if she tried. That thing, she owned up, pushed her to resort to teen-blackmail.
The newspaper story was a bit shallow. It didn’t tell what happened after. But they sure didn’t live happily ever after. It ended very sad for her, and to me the belated reader, very funny.
Fast forward.
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