Bloglander

in downtown Spokane. You approached me on my lunch break claiming that you
had just been kicked out of rehab for smoking a cigarette. When you asked
me for 15 dollars to catch the Greyhound, I originally thought to myself
that I should consider taking the Greyhound more often if that's all it
cost to get to Seattle. Unfortunately, I was not certain at that moment
that I was supporting your heroine addiction. I mean, I knew it was a
possibility I suppose. Jeers to you for not making up a better story. It
took 3 minutes of research to obtain vivid imagry of my money being used
for you to achieve your euphoric cocoon like state, only to follow with
tremendous depression and your search for your next high. Jeers to me, (and
a serious Jeers that is) for if you really were 9 months clean and I
equipped you with the tools for failure...and you failed. I feel real bad
now.