Ainsely

I was 15 when she finally lost the lot of us. We all had different fathers besides the multiples of course. She just sat on her ass, or made more children to fatten up her welfare check. Too bad she was spending it on cocaine, or heroin, or whatever the dealers had a lot of that day. Maybe we would all be okay, hell, maybe the whore would give a shit about her kids and a little less about herself had something been different. Too bad we'll never know.