My roommates went on vacation and didn’t take me. They said they were tired of all the baby sitting and interventions they recently endured while helping me through rehab and battling my drug addictions. How rude! Do they think it wasn’t hard for me? I was the one with the detox issues, ddts, and withdrawals. Didn’t they think I deserved to get out of Albuquerque for a few days too? I was really hurt and disappointed, mostly just mad though. I blame them for the relapse I had while they were gone. It was terrible. I was only going to have a drink or two to spite them, but one thing led to another and I found myself at the pawn shop with all of their belongings looking for crack money! What a glorious night! I had the time of my life until I woke up in an empty room hours before their return plane arrived.
Julio, my crack dealer told me that lots of his clientele take their car titles to get loans because they don’t ask for any personal information. He was right! In less than an hour I had $900 and was debating on whether to get my roommate’s stuff back or hang out with Julio.