"Go sell some dick, nigga. Then maybe you can get a hit, the fuck you mean, Stoney from the Bronx."

"Ooooh, you ah regular comedian. Bravo!"

"Sit your dumb ass down! I'm your wife. When we had it all you told me not to work. Take care of home, and I did, nigga. Till your evil mother laced our anniversary cake with crack. And watching us eat it while going over the memories with our invited guests. In fact the bitch made the cake from scratch."

Dad swooped in on her and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off her feet. She dangled, but she was a strong bitch. She started laughing and it threw my father off.

He spat in her face and she lost it. She head butted him, much bigger than her, and he staggered backward, towards the bedroom window.

"I know you didn't spit on me, big belly bitch. The fuck wrong with you."

Before he could respond, he xrashed through the window.

We were two stories up...