Revenge of the PotheadChapter 9
“So, Megan, how the fuck did you get caught up in this mess?” I asked my ex-wife as she lay there on the bed. “I ... married a guy ... who ... joined the Klan,” Megan stammered, more than a little embarrassed, perhaps because she knew that racism was wrong. “Yeah, you really traded up, didn’t you? Who needs a pothead male nurse when you can have a leading champion of the fucking master race, am I right?” I scoffed now, making my ex wince. “Okay, okay, touche. You fucking win! You’ve...