Dream Like New York

Oh, JFC, just kill me.

Who: Ainsley and Angela Ashwood
What: Big Sister Wisdom
Where: En-route to New York City
When: Saturday

Since becoming a mommy, Angela had mastered the art of extremely colourful cussing at a tone that wouldn’t wake her son if he was snoozing. Which is exactly what she was doing when a bunch of dickheads wouldn’t let her pull out onto the main road, and another cuntface tried to cut her off by turning too quickly. She smacked the steering wheel in frustration for emphasis, but finally got a gap to safely turn out onto the freeway to head back to New York City from Poughkeepsie. It was a fly-by visit with her folks to pick up Ainsley, who was coming back to the city to live with them again.

With a lot of hard work and soul-searching, her little brother had finally picked up his grades and decided on a career path he wanted to follow for himself, that meant something deep down inside his heart. She always thought he was sweet wanting to follow their family footsteps she, herself, had done and become a cop, but he wasn’t cut out for it. She always knew that, but it was a series of tough lessons he had to learn himself. Very tough, and then some. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a collection of all the shit that happened with their family that did it, or seeing a murdered cadaver at the morgue that turned him off, but whatever it was, it worked.

( Though, it also did traumatise him at a time he was also heartbroken when his boyfriend, Harry, split up with him because Ainsley became a moody, distant bitch that Harry just didn’t have the time to try to force anything to work with... )

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