day 70

was tempted to do the Farley 5k race, but needed more miles, so did St.Francis. REALLY should'a taken the day off-day after a 1/2, but, gots'ta get them miles...mon.

Now for the weekend drama. Back to Toxichouse after the 1/2 yesterday. Stoney (used to be "keith," but you'll see as we proceed) and I were SUPPOSED to go to the movies, but he hit on Shebitch for $$$ and went with his peeps. It claimed he was going to the movies. I smelled a rat. I jumped in the vehicle and tracked him down. Guess what he was doing? Hint: One ____over the line sweet Jesus, one _____over the line. Yes kiddies, strike 2. BUSTED. And the best part, he hit on the idiot for money to fund his toking. So, he's grounded until he tests negative. I told him: "hope it wasn't good shit, if it was, it can stay in your system for up to 90 days)." Of course, I told him strike 3 results in his homelessness, he will NOT be living here. Not to mention the talk about: "If you get busted and the Nassau PD call, look forward to a few nights in Juvey, 'cause I ain;t bailing you out." Hopefully this'll make a difference. Grounding him sucks-he loves playing handball, but even he thinks it's fair. Killer part: Shebitch is strangely silent-didn't even question where he was going (when he asked for $$$). Fucking idiot. Hate the role this puts me in. I told him "putz, have you forgotten what I do for a living???"