When Jenna ran me dry for money, and after I had bailed her out twice, she finally left. I was broke, and hadn't been able to come up with any more hits, since I spent to much time drinking Moonshine and cheap liquor.
It was a nasty wet day in December, and was off my rocker with anger. She had packed her clothes, and wasn't even trying to pretend she cared. I still remember what she said to me before she left in the storm, 'What? Did you think it would last forever?'
I'm still not sure whether she meant the money, or her.