Bad Bitches 

We are Thelma and Louise’s rhinestone studded happily ever after. Cousins and best friends, from the start. We protected one another when drugs and alcohol ruled our homes. When the unspeakable happened, we cried together. She wore my wedding gown…at her first wedding. I hid her from him the first, and last, time he hit her.

We’ve been both mother and daughter to each other for as long as I can remember. As adults we could not have lived more different lives. I had, at long last, my white picket fence. She had her Harley. I had a husband…she took a wife. She was a leather goddess and I was a housewife. 

In the end, shit went down hard for both of us. We couldn’t figure out a way to outrun our raising, as hard as we tried. We are both smothered by memories that refuse to fade. It’s OK, though. We have each other. 

Now and then, we get together. We tip a glass, share a lil smoke, and we say…FUCK EM! We laugh at terrible things as the hours go by. We celebrate the demise of certain people, and celebrate ourselves for having outlived the sonsofbitches. We symbolically spit on the graves of evil people while we headbang to AC/DC and motherfucking Pantera. We ARE Phil and Dime, damnit! Okay, maybe we aren’t, but we are, in our lil world, a couple of glorious bitches who have been to Hell and back. And we lived to tell the tale. 

You know what? Fuck Thelma and Louise. We are Elle and Ally and we know that, if you want happily ever after, you gotta put in work for that shit. We are killer macho girl dudes. We are bad bitches. Together, we are a force of nature and you best stay out of our way. 

Word.  😎

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