I start having trouble picking things up and now walking. It’s not all the time it just hit’s me randomly. I was at a work function and my boss ha... to bring me my food because I couldn’t safely carry the tray as I now walk like a drunk at times. I told him if this shaking is going to be permanent I’m starting a stand up routine. If people are going to laugh at me the bastards can pay for the privilege. I’m thinking of calling it the either the “Fuck You, I’ve Got Weed” Or “If It Involves. ”She shook her head and looked over at me, puzzled. “What does “Mex-i-cano Hon-or-ario” mean anyway?“Honorary Mexican...” I looked down and could just make out letters written in black across my chest. “Son-of-a-bitch, I’m gonna kill Miguel.”Dragging myself over to my trailer, I retrieved my key from under the lone flowerpot in front of my trailer. It wasn’t a very good hiding place, but I had fuck-all that anyone would want to steal, anyway. My living room furniture ensemble consisted of two. This guy at my window just has something about him that makes me feel so ... wanted! Even his name made me weak in the knees, Ricardo.Always after completing his business we would speak a few words with each other about off work activities. I'd just picked up a gym membership so I could get back into shape. I mentioned the gym's name and he told me has a membership there also and hopes to see me there some time. However, with his work schedule he only goes after sunset, but is usually there. I can hear her slurping on him. I get up and walk in on her and him. Daddy tried to cover up, but mom just looked at me and continued with her sucking.I went to the bathroom, looked at daddy, then went to my room to finish getting dressed.My phone rang, it was Brian. He said he wanted to talk and to apologized for what he had did to me. I told him that I really didn't want to see him, but he insisted. Brian came to the house to pick me up. When we got to his car, he opened the door for.