On the way to the bar, Indya ran into someone who she never got the chance to say “i’m sorry” to.  She learned he was on his way to a blind date.  Indya decided to take her heels off, walk back to her sister’s house and cry it out under the blankets of her ridiculously uncomfortable air mattress.

Jerrilee isn’t really the bar type.

Indya trying to convince her sister to get dressed and come out drinking with her.

“If we weren’t related, I’d totally hit that.”

So Indya has been living with her little sister Jerrilee for about a month.  She’s learned a few things:

• Jerri can’t cook for shit
• Jerri is always stoned (shesastonershesastonershesastoner)
• Jerri pays her mortgage selling art and photographs
• Jerri smokes way too many cigarettes
• Jerri laughs just like their mother

Speaking of their mother… Indya didn’t have the best childhood.  Her momma died in prison when Indya was 8 and Jerri was 4.  They have different fathers.  Indya was raised by her biological father and really doesn’t want to talk about that.  Jerri was raised by their grandmother in a very rich part of Willow Creek.  Their grandmother owned some land there and Jerri ended up with the loft but nothing else.  Indya learned granny died 3 years ago.  It’s been almost twenty years since she’s last seen her little sister although they’ve always had each others’ phone numbers.  They are getting used to each other..

Oh, about Indya….

The engagement is off.  You see, every day her fiance went to work she was fucking the brains out of her side-piece…

…….until she got caught.

Breaking up is hard to do…

Welp.