Young Man

Ho-Bag supposedly moved out of my apartment building a couple of months ago (I secretly thought she was killed by our landlord). In her stead, two twenty-something guys moved into her old apartment.

One of them owns an old brown, rusted Bronco with a decal on the side saying, "Injun Racin'". As much as that scares me, it doesn't nearly come close to the horror of walking to my car and finding a Trojan wrapper in the parking lot next to said Bronco.

Obviously, Ho-Bag wasn't murdered, she got a sex change. She probably goes by the name "Steve" now and works construction.