not hank

I literally thought James was going to kill us both on the way back to st pete because he was so mad that I wanted to come home and that he couldn't spend more time with his family because of me. and it's always because of me. He was driving too fast, weaving, screaming, banging on the steering wheel. He punched the steering wheel so hard I'm surprised he didn't break his hand. He was screaming about "n*ggers". Called me a worthless ball. Screamed about how he hated the states, hated Florida, hates his life, everything is always going wrong, everyone is a stupid fuck, how he should have just killed himself a long time ago, everyone is worthless and ugly and there's too many of them. All I could do was cry and tell him I was sorry and please don't kill me and I'm sorry.