I guess this ain't the place to say this sort of stuff, but it beats talking to a wall. Or chair.

My girlfriend called me around three hours ago, and sounded as if she cried. She said "NJ, I'm pregnant" and hung up the phone. I tried calling back, and we started talking. She was sick for a week or two now, bit worse than usual. The local doc. called it natural, but eventually her female roommate(who was in the same situation two years ago, so I've been told) told her to get a pregnancy test. One of them home kits. "Just to be sure", she said.

It was that time of the month, she checked the thing again after sometime and it came back positive. She went Oh-noes, she called me and I said Oh-shits.

But skipping to the point...

She's pregnant, she's about to turn 20, I am 20, it's January 1st, I'm a UPS driver, she's a secretary, I live alone, she's with a friend, my VISA's screwed and I'm still on the verge of getting deported out of this country, I didn't tell my folks yet, neither has she told hers, we both hate protection AAAANNNNDDD... The first time I ate at her folks' place, first her lovely pops stared at me for an hour, then her father showed me his little friend in his cars' trunk. A sawed off shotgun. He then blinked, and made me shit my pants. I can safely consider my ass to be dead.

Yeah, I've had better news before.