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Back in September there was a video flying around social media that showed an overdosed Mandy McGowan laid out in the toy aisle of Family Dollar with her distraught 2 year old sobbing and trying to wake her up. I opted to post the link and not the actual video here because it’s so goddamn sickening to watch that it deserves advance warning.

While I AM grateful that the person recording this got video evidence of what went down, it’s revolting that not a single person in the store had the common sense or shred of human decency to pick that poor baby up and get her the hell out of here. Seriously, what the fuck? Mommy fentanyl is nodding towards the white light and everyone just stood around like they were waiting in line to take a number at the Market Basket deli counter.

This is Mandy McGowan. Mandy is a selfish, irresponsible, child endangering, white trash cancer on societies grundle. When paramedics got to her, it took not one but TWO doses of Narcan to revive her festering carcass. Her story? She was tired and “dozed off.” She tried to explain that she did the drugs and then got a phone call from her “stepson” that she had to go pick up her baby.

What REALLY happened is Mandy blew a bunch of junk up her nose, stuffed the used straws in her diaper bag and toted her daughter to the scummiest Family Dollar in the Mingya Valley wearing footie pajamas and no shoes. I don’t buy her story and there’s only 2 scenarios here: 1) You already had your kid with you while you were snorting dope off a dusty dashboard or 2) you had your friend (who I’m 900% positive wasn’t sober) drive to go pick her up. Either way you’re a negligent, perfumed pig.

So who is this “stepson”? Because after digging up a good amount of backstory on Mandy I’ve only come across one marriage which was back in 2006.

Mandy married Mike Rossi and coughed out two kids that he and his current wife clearly have custody of judging by his Facebook page. You really cant trust a girl who plucks her eyebrows to oblivion and wears metallic eyeshadow but the matching wifebeaters are a nice touch. She’s a real gem.

I really couldn’t even sift through the endless arrest articles with her name on them. They would take me so long to organize that by the time I was done she’d have birthed 4 more kids in a Denny’s bathroom before ordering a moons-over-my-hammy and skipping out on the bill.

So this “stepson”? Likely one of the sons of her most recent beau, Karl Matey. Karl is (was) a long-haul drug addict with his own colorful arrest history.

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What a fantastically white trash Romeo and Juliet these two make.

And of course they have 7 FB pages combined because you really can’t achieve top-tier, NH mouthbreather status with less than 2 pages per person. It’s in the handbook you receive when you move across the border.

Bonus points for altered names/spelling/profile pictures of Tweety Bird.

I was totally going to go full roast but I stumbled upon Karls obituary mid-research and if it doesn’t say how someone passed away it’s usually a red flag, right?

Right.

Nah Mandy, Michael has a solid alibi.

So why are there so many holes in this story? Who was she with when she almost impaled herself on cheap, plastic Dora figurines? Did her friend just leave her in the store when shit hit the fan? Why wasn’t she required to tell the police where she picked her daughter up or who was in charge of her if she really was with a babysitter? Both Mandy and her daughter were brought to the hospital and the poor girl was taken into emergency DCF care before being placed with a family member.

Then Mandy took to the news and did an interview with WBZ which was just a half-assed attempt to strum on our heartstrings.

“Don’t judge me.”

Oh, I am. I’m judging you every which way possible.

“IF I KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE LIKE THAT I WOULDN’T HAVE HAD MY DAUGHTER WITH ME.”

Lady, you’re stuffing fentanyl up your schnozz at 10 o’clock in the morning. Don’t pull the “I had no idea” card because you don’t just start off using drugs by blowing lines of fentanyl for Sunday brunch. You’ve had more than enough drug experience to know that you were gonna be Rick James level twisted, you just didn’t care.

Mandy got set up at Banyan Treatment Center in Wilmington and turned herself in after she defaulted on a warrant for blowing off her first court date. She hid under her hood at her court date back in January in the ultimate walk of shame.

She re-appeared in LDC last week and SURPRISE, SURPRISE! She has the opportunity to walk away from the whole thing scott-free just as long as she continues to live in state funded sober living and, ya know, actually remain sober.

Seeing as how Mandy was being evicted from the house she was renting at the time of her arrest I’m sure she isn’t too upset about having a free place to live with zero expenses. Good ol’ Massachusetts. Cut up straws with drug residue? Not enough for a drug charge. Overdosing in public with your baby? Not a crime.

I’m done watching drug addicts ruin the lives of everyone around them for their own miserable self indulgence. So what do we have in this situation? We have a woman who has 3 children that are without a mother, one of which could have ended up in a MUCH worse situation than crying in a store aisle. We have a man who drugged himself to death and left a little girl and 3 boys behind. Those kids will spend the rest of their lives feeling anger, resentment, endless sadness and a complete lack of self worth because their shitbag parents cared more about getting high than they did providing a life for the human beings they created. I hope these people know deep down that their babies cry for them at night and that YOU ARE LETTING THEM DOWN over and over again.

If you are only responsible for YOU and want to spend your time chasing a high and burning yourself out until your body shuts down there’s not a whole lot anyone can do about it. Have at it. Couch surf in crusty-ass clothes with an empty wallet and chronic sinus infections to your hearts desire. But if you have kids, step up or step out. No one deserves the runaround involved in getting your next fix.

Prove us wrong Mandy.