Crackice
Poor, poor Shawn
But that junkie, he don’t remind me of Shawn Norman who, upon first glance, I notice head-to-belt silver (or was it shiny purple?) garmenting, not his wheelchair.
“Don’t let that wheelchair fool you,” notes Crackice Norman. “He’s a totally different person behind closed doors. … Yeah, I agree my attitude sharp, but he’s not the pleasantest person to be around either.”
Now, I don’t read minds, just body language. And this hussy’s body language be screaming she think she Halle Barry. Gap-toothed freak wouldn’t even let Shawn go see his brother in the hospital after he got dinged up in an accident of some sort.
Well, Crackice, she denies that she got locked up after Shawn said she did. When he asks where he done picked her up that day in question, it was established that she was at the police station parking lot. Because of “some trouble she got it.” Another point, Shawn.
So, it’s then established that Crackice cheats on Shawn. “One night affair,” she admits. Because her husband wasn’t there for her. Pfft. What a weak-ass trick ho. “I’m not that bad,” she say. “Worse,” he say.
The worst she can say about Shawn is that he ripped some short shorts off her since he didn’t want her tramping about town in them. I guess that’s over the top. But shiiiiiiiiit, she ain’t got no legs to stand on, so at the end of the show, she starts pleading with Shawn to take her back, that she doesn’t want her marriage to end.
“Over this separation period, I’ve grown to be a better person,” her plea goes. “I want to keep my marriage because I’m in love with this man. Either you can accept my apology, or if you can’t forgive me, I’m out.”
Crackice, out, because Shawn saying he heard that story a hundred times before. In the immortal (almost exact) words of Bob Seger: Roll, roll away, Shawn. She no good for y’all.