It’s not that Tammy’s mother is a bad person, or a bad mother. In fact, she’s quite kind, and generous with her time, and it’s obvious that Tammy loves her. The problem is that Tammy’s mother races funny cars. You know, hot rods. Like NHRA, although she’s not on the circuit. Not yet.
In fact, that’s not even really the problem; I like hot rods as much as the next guy. The problem is she always has some nineteen-year-old rookie that she’s banging over at the house, even when Tammy’s there, and that makes me uncomfortable. Not for reasons that you think. I don’t give a shit if Tammy’s mother is smoking pole a thousand times a day. I’m gay now. And Christian. Tammy’s mother can do what she wants. I just want video of it, and I don’t want to have to ask Tammy for it, and I think that’s fair.
I just want Tammy to grow up normal.
The ZMax Four Wide at Concord
