This year, going to Pedrito's. After dodging Thanksgiving, it's important for Junkieboy to see his blood relatives.
The good news? He spoke.
The bad news: he admitted to doing heroin a week ago.
Fuck me.
Hope the spineless cunt who birthed him is happy.
It escapes (good sobriety there), leaving me with an addict.
Remember the discussion re: his smoking weed. Its excuse to do/say nothing; "what price are you willing to pay to have a relationship with your son?" Good excuse to do nothing. Now? Got those needles don't we?
So, where's he at? No job, for months now. Hadda hit on me for $ for a haircut, which I'm sure went into his veins.
Ho ho ho.
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