This be Wanda Lust and I done brung Ol' Crazy Fat Harold home from the looney bin today. I gone stay wid' him 'til he git right in the head again. He got a big job, City Auditor, and he know money real good when he right in the head. When I gits him home, he say his mama aint never really leave him and he can still hear her voice in his head, a lookin' over him. I puts his hand on my ass and sez, "Can ya' feel that, fucker?" He take it back and say his mama jes' tole him not to do nothin' nasty.
Then I knowed he weren't right yet. He off his feed. So anyway, I cooks him a big steak dinner, baked potatoe wid' sour cream, cheese broccoli, biscuits and a from scratch chocolate cake wid' butter brickle ice cream. He et' like it the fuckin' Last Supper! His mama aint tell him to diet. Still it bother me that he say she still talkin' directly to him from his head. So, I does what the shrinks does and jes' lissen' and don't judge him none. But it worry me somethin' fierce cuz I know he aint be able to work like this. so, lil' by lil', I helps him git rid of the voices. I don' argue none and jes' be kind to him. And he git' well and go back to work. Then I knowed I loved him fo' the first time.
But, hold yo' horses, Y'al. Ya wants to think I goes off and marry him and get the white picket fence and purple pansies out front. Well, it aint like that, y'al. The street be in my blood. I likes the Life, and makin' my own money. Fast money. I be my own women.
Still though, I goes over to Ol' Fat Harold's every Sunday, and cooks him a dinner and fucks his ears off. And he pay me Big Time cuz I his gal.
I aint no fool, Y'al.