the Walmart parking lot, he might arrive before we got back, and see me dropping her off. I have not seen her as happy since, or smile as big a smile, as when she lay on her back a few minutes later with my semen streaming out of her vagina. She was dreamy. She had found the love of a lifetime. And now she was happy and relieved, because she had the money she needed to focus on making her new relationship work. Brain injuries are not a crime! Remember, this was the same foreclosed house where we had sex in the hall bathroom, with the door locked and the light off, while her pimp who she said was her little brother, was at Walmart with his kid, who I didn't know existed. And the room she said was her little brother’s room, now actually was her little brother’s room. Though it never had been before. And there is no way she could have predicted it would be, before I told the DCF she was a drug kingpin, and they put her pimp on foodstamps. Her new boyfriend could never see me. That was the last time I was allowed over there before the Sheriff threw them out. They got foreclosed and moved into a townhouse. Mandi was not allowed to bring her seven cats, and she was irate that I broke my promise to take them. I said no way am I getting stuck married to seven cats, while some other guy gets the pussy. She felt very betrayed, and we had a falling out. I wasn’t ﬁicking her, and helping her buy love in her new relationship. I told her “you got a new nigga.” I didn't know her new boyfriend was black. I was just quoting what her pimp said when he got thrown out. But she thought I must have been stalking her to see who the new boyfriend was. She told me I needed to mind my own business, and fuck her for money. Mandi never understood that you can't buy a normal guy's love with money. If your relationship is on the rocks, having sex with a stranger, and bringing home the money and giving every penny of it to him won't ﬁx things. And she never understood how you can give every guy exactly what he wants, and at the end of it everyone hates you and lies about you. I thought having a normal relationship with a guy her own age was the best thing that happened to Mandi. All I know about him is it was someone she grew up with, who was black, owned a poodle, and had a lot of tattoos. And of course he didn't show up to work and got ﬁred, within a few weeks of moving in with Mandi. But Mandi tried to hide all that from me, in hopes to start fucking me for money again. I have some idea what his name is, or at least his nickname. But the kid may even have been younger than her, and does not deserve to have his name mentioned here. Mandi was never a drug addict. The reason I gave Mandi Walmart gift cards is because she is mindless. If she has Lucky Charms, she will sit and eat them nonstop until they are gone. If she has weed, she will smoke straight through it, and then have none. If you give her money, she will give it all to some guy with a cute kid. If she were a drug addict, she would shoot all her heroin into her arm at once and die. So she absolutely is not a drug addict. Drug addicts are self-centered and pleasure-seeking, Mandi is giving. Her hand tattoo was in the tone of a skateboarder. But Mandi knew some people saw her as a drug addict. And she may have thought she was. She was not qualiﬁed to diagnose or understand what a drug addict is. When I didn't want to have sex for money, she thought I might be more willing to give her Walmart gift cards which she couldn't spend on drugs. So I said okay. And then she went to Walmart and mindlessly blew it on cookie dough and dog food and who knows what. The money was gone just as fast, but she was more likely to be left with something to show for it. It was her birthday. We went and looked at puppies. She wouldn’t let me pet the puppy, without lecturing me what puppies like and don’t like. Then she came to my house and fucked me for $300 birthday money. Later she came back and begged me for another $150. She had plans. She was going to take her poodle boyfriend and their friends to the water park or something, I didn’t really know. We sat in her car in my driveway. She thought she would have to blow me for the money, but I just gave it to her. It was the most magical moment ever, just me and Alice in Wonderland taking a moment to sit in her car in my driveway. Then she was gone to celebrate her birthday. At 4 AM she texted me. Would I be willing to buy her a black CBR 1000 for her birthday that someone was selling for cheap? Chris Dahl must be out of jail. I was so angry, I drove to her house and slashed her tire. Then I drove to her Dad's work, and told him "Your daughter owes me $2450. And I know you are going to take the hard way."