leslieism

So I have been feeling a little depressed the last couple days. This morning I decided to take a hot steamy bath with a detox concoction my mom made. I got out the sandwich baggie that was filled with enough cocaine like substance that if I got pulled over with that in my car, I would get a ticket for possession as well as distribution…they would try to nail me with manufacturing too…but I would insist they got my high school transcripts and check my chemistry and math grades…..manufacturing would get knocked off very quickly. Sooooo, I’m taking this bath and I start to feel better, seriously! Then the wheels start spinning and I’m thinking, “oh shit!…is this shit really coke? If my mom was a coke user and dealer…..well, that would explain so much over the last 30 years!! Is it considered a relapse if you bathe in coke? I mean yeah, I accidentally drank some……with my cup”. Well, for what it’s worth, I’m feeling better…..I feel like calling my mom right now that’s for sure….and I never feel like calling my mom. I wonder if “mom” is her street name?