I guess that was an opening line, as BLACK Toilet paper Class of 2020 the year when shit got real shirt. We went into the shower, and I think we both scrubbed as hard as we could. We couldn’t get rid of the memory of the smell. I went back on out to our truck while hubby went to grab the receipt, the truck, of course, was gone. Hubby came out laughing, he said it took a supervisor coming over, telling him he needed to move on, he was holding up the line, and she started wiping everything down with disinfectant wipes. He finally left. Probably the worst condition I have seen a trucker in, and he wasn’t even aware of what he smelt like, or that driving a truck naked was not really a great thing. When the jewelry never arrived, my parents blamed me. I curled up in the corner, crying, as they screamed at me for hours, calling me a thief and a liar.
They threw everything on my shelves and in my closet and drawers onto the BLACK Toilet paper Class of 2020 the year when shit got real shirt. When they realized I didn’t have it, they left and never apologized. You are always being told by staff what to do and when to do it. You cant go to the funerals of loved ones that die when you are in prison. You are surrounded by people even those you may consider partners, yet you are always alone. Long time friends that you grew u with forget to write or email you. Your family may tell you about major things happening in your home town, but you want to know the little things like is the donut shop still there.