Originally Posted by
Cuse0323
I know this, Jake. But, at the same time I’ve had so many chances. If I’m not clean by the time they’re all back, then I’m out. They’re done with helping. I should have got it by now basically. I know AA is free, so I will try to get into it, but I say that all the time. I just don’t know how I get there. I need to find a friend in the program.
I have to work. That is the lifeblood of what my mom thinks existence is. I knew this would happen. I wasn’t clean yet, and then I’m gonna make money. I made it look nice for a while, but it was inevitable. Money in my pocket means bad things. Hell, I made it this far from May. Then they left me an empty house, and a car.
But, I’m on medication, so all is well in her mind. Sorry for the excuses, but this was doomed from the beginning. Eating week old pasta to survive. I have to go to work tomorrow. There’s two things that matter to my mom. Work, and money. The fact that I was working, and getting paid was more important than the empty vodka bottles found. I need long term rehab. I won’t get it, so I have to make this work. By working. And I guess she’s fine with me moving into the house this all started at. I’ll have free reign at crack with my paycheck. 400 a month to sleep in some corner, but I can walk to work. That’s about a grand for alcohol, and drugs a month. Which ain’t shit, but they’re hustlers, so I’ll join up. I want to smoke that shit so damn bad right now it’s sickening. I keep searching.