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she's screaming on the phone

about big flags and black swimming pool water

because jimmy's late again with the child support.

because he had to make a payment on his bass boat.

susie throws her mentholated newport butt

into the pool and washes down another oxy

with the last ounce of her lukewarm bud.

jimmy says he's got some free firewood

and a recliner he picked up on the curb

and a kitten for alison and brandon if she wants it.

just get me the money, i saw that goddamned

rebel flag you're flying on your truck, you lowlife fuck

the bill for it was on my credit card, and two hundred

rounds of ammo for your bushmaster.

and this swimming pool, you promised to get it drained.

hey wait a goddamned minute, susie, why don't you ask

that greasy motel manager you've been fucking?

instead of giving him your ass for free.

i'm sick of paying for his pony ride on the susie merry-go-round

what are you talking about, jimmy?

merry-go-round? you got a lot of nerve.

oh yeah? brandon told me what he saw, you gave

that greasy asshole a trip around the world on the floor

of the fucking living room while the kids were there

no way, jimmy, i never done anything while they were home

brandon's just making shit up cuz he don't like randy.

he an allison were at mom's all day.

no he wasn't, he an allison snuck back over and looked in the window

and eight-year olds couldn't make up the shit he saw you pullin.

well whatta you care jimmy? you don't do anything for those kids

'cept buy them crap and make promises you never keep.

you broke their hearts way more than i ever have.

i'll try and get you something monday,

j.d. owes me for that thing last week

i don't give a shit what j.d. owes you jimmy,

just get me the money, ok? click.