Shane Holland

I was at a party in town selling some drugs to some guys.

A classic party for drunk teenagers hoping that smoking a line will make their problems go away.

Poor fools.

Everything was going well until I saw the biggest pain in the ass ever.

Evelyn.

God, I hate that girl.

I’ve been in prison countless times because of her. Guess what? Daughter of a cop.

I think her only reason for living now is to torment me. She’s obsessed with justice and shit like that; I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted to be a lawyer or a cop.

She’s been mad at me ever since I accidentally spiked her drink. She hadn’t even drunk it! She caught me putting some of that shit in her.

In my defense: I thought it was the glass of a client of mine who asked me to put drugs in it.

That girl is crazy. When she caught me, she started slapping me, and I spent a week behind bars.

Now, while I’m in a corner of the party room, waiting for my client, I spot her in the middle of the dancing crowd.

If that bitch sees me, it’s the end of me.

As soon as my client arrives, I give him the drugs, take the money, and that’s it.

But, as soon as I turn to leave that shitty party, she’s right in front of me.

“What were you doing?” she asks, smiling like a witch, knowing full well what I was doing.

“My business. You should try that too sometime, you know.”