Thomas Nuff (Tom)

I ended up, you know, taking some of my stuff there because, you know, she didn't know it at the time, but John was going to try to.

So after the 50th birthday, he took some stuff there.

Okay.

All right.

So I took my blue bin that had my clothes in it.

Okay.

And I had like a duffel bag that had like my little homemade tattoo shit in it, little brown tan bag.

And, you know, I wasn't like trying to like move in or nothing yet because I didn't know what the status was going to be as far as John getting her out of the house.

I kind of was like, I'm not going to lie to you.

I said, you know, I can get you good blood.

I'll keep you smoking.

I'll give you 50 bucks a week, but I can't live here with her.

And another reason why I really blame myself is just for entertaining the idea and telling him about the stuff about being elderly and being able to evict her.

That's, I guess, why she bugged the fuck out.

You know what I mean?

And, you know, I hear them outside yelling and arguing and the dogs are barking and, you know, they're loud.

And I'm like, I could hear it outside.

Well, I just chose to leave.

You know, I took a walk in the neighborhood because I didn't want to be there listening to him have sex, whatever was going on.

Well, I had come home, and whoever the guy she had there was gone, and her and John were arguing.