Ping Pong was crying again. She always does it at about 3:30 in the morning when I’m traveling half way around the world with that cute singer/rapper guy.
I know. In my dreams.
Since I’m a bit of an insomniac and too lazy to find the remote, I grab a girl’s next best friend: my Blackberry. I’m always looking for the news and I keep coming across this news article of a convicted child killer who should have gotten 150 years for a brutal attack that occurred in 1978.
You would think that as long as I’ve been in the business, I would be immune to hearing about this kind of stuff. I’m not.
This story is SO wrong on so many levels. It has traces of words like: a 2-year-old…boyfriend…convicted killer…felony…enticement…11-year-old girl.
I’m not like Ping Pong. I hope that I’m getting to a comfort zone in my head where I still know when to whine. and when to scream.
“…released from prison after serving 28 years…”
This news story…? I’m SCREAMING! only most won’t hear me. It was 3:30am and outside of me and the dog, everyone else in the house was asleep.