Bad advice... And the freak'em dress

When a woman is blessed in a situation and has seen the better part of life, why would she give her friend bad advice? Why would she revert back to the person she was and continue to deliver poison to her friend.  Is she really a friend? Wouldn't she want her friend to have a great life like you? Drama is the absence of growth.  Does the venom of drama never leave the body?  These are the question a sane man ask when he sits down to a football game and over hears his girlfriends conversation.  I feel like all the hard work has wasted and she will never understand better.  I sit in this chair right now wanting for the Alabama game to roll on will listening to the tide of the convo.  Listening to my work and the destruction of it.  Maybe I'm not lost, maybe I just deal with lost people, is it their fault or is Poe right, half devil and half child? Questions? To be proud of a dark past, I run from the dark.  Maybe they just prop up garbage? Here is trash, my glorious trash, funny huh?  When they ask last night where are all the good men at, I didn't clap because I would be grouped with the applauded, no equal.  Holcomb didn't ask where are all the great men at.  I sit here deconstructing the convo, "what are you gunna wear girl?"  She can't wait to get back out there and put her freak'em dress back on, but the one wearing the dress seems to have the most stress.  Is he cheating or lying and why is she plotting on her boyfriend, that is the result of the freak'em dress.  My girlfriends friend is a savage and I hope she is just posing as listening ear.  I will find out shortly.  To be continued...