My Picture Perfect Revenge
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” My voice boomed throughout the small 2 bedroom apartment. “Damn. What the fuck are you yelling for?” Jason asked me. Sometimes I wondered about him. Does he act dense because he’s really not that bright? Or does he do for the sole purpose of agitating me? if it’s the latter, he’s doing a damn good job of it. “Mr. Thompson told me he called you because I put you down as a reference! Why the FUCK did you give me a evaluation?! What kind of insensitive asshole...