Functional guy.
Means well.
Crack... is like waking up with ☕. As he puts it.
Until... You inherit 22k and go on a 11 day bender. Buy a new truck, no license. no insurance. Canada plates?!
No one pulls you over,You riding around 24/7 with Beer, and Crack?
Day 5...☝ Straight.Driving around, eyes are heavy, big rock in pocket... getting sleepy, but you don't hit the wake up.Coming up to a red light, goodnight.😴 Behind the wheel, drifting rightttttt.
Boom, You jump the curb, run over a concrete porch, 🚚's totaled.You wake up, grab the beer and the crack...
Where do you go?
The nearest crack house to 🚬 that rock.
Fuck the new truck..
22k gone in the 11 days..
Bought no food..
Just crack
beer
hookers
🚬
35yrs addiction.
Its all he knows.
He won't quit until he dies.
Rehab 30 days... 1st day out... 🚬 crack.
Jail 30 days swallowed rock... 🚬 inside jail.
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