Hmmm, tonight at work Shasta had a bad bruise on her face. She said they were playing around, and her boyfriend, John, bit her. But it doesn't really look like a bite mark to me, but she kept telling everyone that that's what it was, a bite mark. If I find out he's been hitting her, I'll hurt him, badly. I already hate him anyway. He used to work at Carl's too, and I hated him. He's a stupid little pothead thug-wannabe.
"Like what you like, enjoy what you enjoy, and don't take crap from anybody."