LOL- sort of.

It still doesn't sit well with me knowing that the stuff I lent her is gone for good- she probably traded in the bigscreen for a little anhydrous ammonia. I was just being a nice neighbor and trying to help out a single mother who turned out to be a fookin' crackhead. (I am punching myself in the nads right now for being a good guy).
Funny thing is that her brother is a po-po. He probably bartered the deals and "cooked the books" himself.

My relationships (both friendships and romantic) with struggling single mothers are about as short-lived as battery powered devices in the Hilton girl's purse.

Next thing you know we'll learn that Ms. Jean (sweet old prune next door to you) is a chemist as well. If I were you, I'd keep your place clean, if you catch my vapors.

Peace out, Holmes. Now back to sailing.