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Introduction By Mike Burdick It's hard to think stuff like this could happen to someone or even to believe that people live for this kind of thing. Surprisingly, most of you will be able to relate to the entire story or at least bits and pieces of it. What is love? I thought this story was about love, but some of the responses I got back were of disaster and hell. It's more like the two characters loved drama and were perfect for each other based on the fact that they created harmless drama. If the relationship lasted any longer, it would have ended in disaster. Wouldn't you think an STD would…mehr

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Introduction By Mike Burdick It's hard to think stuff like this could happen to someone or even to believe that people live for this kind of thing. Surprisingly, most of you will be able to relate to the entire story or at least bits and pieces of it. What is love? I thought this story was about love, but some of the responses I got back were of disaster and hell. It's more like the two characters loved drama and were perfect for each other based on the fact that they created harmless drama. If the relationship lasted any longer, it would have ended in disaster. Wouldn't you think an STD would be enough? At the beginning I was really weak. I had just come out of a long two-year relationship with someone I dearly loved. I was in a depression and looking for a quick way out. I chose the first door that opened, not knowing that it was the door to hell. We first met at a restaurant where we both worked. The store was located in Pittsburgh. She told me she hated me at first, but showed a lot of interested flirtation. In work she was always bouncing around as cute as can possibly be. Outside of work, she was a pill-popping, weed smoking, rap music listening, and sleeping with anything tramp. She had nothing going for her. She had a one-year-old kid with a piece of white trash father who had just gotten out of jail. She lived with her mom and had no car nor did she have any intentions to go to school. She wasn't the best, to say the least. I used to tell her that I would screw her brains out and that she couldn't handle me. She always had the same reply, "Ditto." So, just to really prove my point, I started to work my magic. I wasn't thinking wife or jail or an STD. I eventually persuaded herto come out with me and of course get drunk. First outing didn't work but of course the second one did. From that point on I had a crazy fiend on my hands. And eventually I turned int