CALL 911. THIS STALKING MACHINE IS ON FIRE!

By Gina Tron Love is like a seed. Sometimes it blossoms into a beautiful yet flawed cheating flower. Other times, it blossoms into a restraining order. This seed of insanity was watered by my own stupidity, so I have nobody to blame but myself. Our romance began innocently enough; talking about drugs on the internet. Bob’s name was TrippingDude420 or some bullshit like that and he found my profile on AOL. He told me that it looked like we had a... Read More