It’s insane that people who don’t drink a lot or smoke a lot of weed fail to realize just how fucked off everyone around them stays all the time.
One of my old bosses Marcus was smoking a cigarette in the parking lot with me one night after work when he said “I know you and Jeremy drink before every shift. I know you and the kind of people you like to be around.” He sort of chuckled as he took another hit. “Jeremy straight up snitched on himself… I walked in and could smell alcohol on someone’s breath so I said something. Jeremy spouted off right away ‘It wasn’t me I have gum in my mouth.’”
Marcus was a really cool boss. He actually used to deal coke and stayed fucked off most of the time, but he’s straight now. I always used Marcus as my conscience… as in I asked home before I did anything- or anyone. We’ll visit more of that aspect tomorrow.
So tonight I went and ate dinner at my dads house, fried spam and broccoli rice. Since I’m not aloud by the state (and my family) to drink on my way there I stopped and downed two tall boys* at the Kwik Stop.
While at my dads house they couldn’t even tell I had a slight buzz and when I asked for a glass of his home-made sangria he made a huge deal about how it was only gonna be one glass and blah blah blah.
An hour later I left and swung by the trusty Kwik Stop again and drove the long way back home and chugged a six pack. Feeling well enough to go home for the night I walked casually into my sisters house (where I live) and held a conversation with them before retreating to my room.
My sister said if I drank so much as one beer she’d kick me out… she never knows when I go out all night to the bars or drink my ass off in the way home.
I down about three doses of Zquil and lay down in bed hoping to pass out quickly.
It dawns on me that I have probation in the morning so hopefully they don’t piss test me. If they do I’m fucked.
*tall boys are single 24oz cans of beer they sell at fast stations. Each can is about two normal beers.
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