That is the last time I buy speed from my mother's boyfriend. Chump tried to pass off a stick of chalk as glassy crystal.
Well, I cracked him over the head with my bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade (BTW -- add some vodka and some canned hairspray to it and you've got a lovely and refreshing summertime beverage).
He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and lunged at me, but mom's knives are crappy ones from Target, not like my Wusthof's. Told her that good knives make all the difference. She can't julienne for shit.
So her dirtbag bf came at me with some pressed steel Chinese made 9 inch blade. Barely cut the skin. Good thing he wasn't trying to rondelle some carrots.
What a loser...
