don’t havva job? Youuu too good for dat, Tiĉ-a-Knee,
your man gotta havva job!”I don’t know how Roscoe knew that, because I didn’t tell
nobody that my man got fired.
I wondered for a second if Roscoe had something to do
with it, but that’s ridiculous—how’s a handicapped guy with
a little baby arm gonna get my man fired?
ͳe breakup with Titus was hard. I spent months getting
over him, crying, being sad and fucked up.
Every day, Roscoe was telling me I’m beautiful. Even on
the days I was coming in tired and burnt out, with nasty,
puĉy eyes, because I’d been crying all night, he still told me
I’m beautiful.
Roscoe: “TIFF-A-KNEE! Youu are so booty-full! You
look soooo good too-day!”Roscoe gave me my space when I needed it, but he pretty
quickly got back to asking me out. And now it went from
once a week, to every single day.
Roscoe: “TIFF-A-KNEE! Youu are so booty-full! Can we
go on a date? You want to go on a date with meee?”One day, I was mnally over my ex-boyfriend. I don’t know
what possessed me, maybe it was the Filet-O-Fish that
Roscoe had just brought me, but I said:
Tiffany: “Yeah, fuck it. Let’s go on a date, Roscoe. Let’s