Narcisa’s become a plumber now.After going through every single ball point pen and every tin can and scrap of tin foil and roll of scotch tape and paper clip and safety pin and god knows what else I got in my kitchen cabinets and drawers here in her never-ending quest to build a better crack pipe, she’s finally taken up the dubious craft of do-it-yourself plumbing.Yup.I came home today to find the kitchen faucet missing, just a gaping hole atop the kitchen counter with this sad little stream of water dripping dripping dripping away.What the fuck?It all made sense, of course, when I stepped into the room, only to find Narcisa sitting there on the floor sucking away at a burning rock from the amputated faucet.Great.She’s like this big old bug-eyed rat, gnawing steadily away at my home.I just looked at her, and she looked back at me with that ever-loving shit-eating grin of hers which always ensures immediate forgiveness, no matter how outrageous the latest offense…
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