proteanmix
Plumage and Moult
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Even though it's not December 31 yet, I'm going to declare this year The Year of the Crackhead.
So let's rewind.
I've been busting my ass the two weeks (because I didn't bust my ass in July/August) trying to get my two committees in order for the fall meetings at work. I'm usually pretty good at leaving work at work and don't think about it once I exit my building. This go round the stress of slapping projects together at the last minute caught up with me. I was awake last week worrying if I was going to get reamed for my poor time management skills and finally get caught. Thankfully, everything went very smoothly and the only hiccup wasn't my fault.
So as I was going to my final meeting this morning, I saw a crackhead crawling around in the middle of the street. I guess he was confusing broken glass with rocks. The thing is last weekend I was driving home and another crackhead was in the street and I nearly hit her! The other sad thing is this isn't even the third time this year that I've swerved to save a crackhead!! The smartest, but least cost efficient thing to do would be to move.
So now this brings me to my thoughts on crackheads. To say drug abuse is horrible is a vast understatement. My aunt just cleaned herself up from crack after using for the last 20 years. I've known my aunt as a crackhead longer than the way she is now. I don't have much of a relationship with her and her addiction basically destroyed my mother's side of the family. Not to mention through her drug use and prostitution she contracted HIV.
When I was swerving from this morning I thought to myself, wow, that's the way my aunt must've looked. The last time I saw her she looked liked the Crypt Keeper. Who the hell thinks when they're in elementary school they going to be an addict when they grow up? So on the drive to the meeting this morning I'm half-amused thinking about how I single-handedly saved a crackhead's life and the broken life of my auntie, The Crackhead.
So let's rewind.
I've been busting my ass the two weeks (because I didn't bust my ass in July/August) trying to get my two committees in order for the fall meetings at work. I'm usually pretty good at leaving work at work and don't think about it once I exit my building. This go round the stress of slapping projects together at the last minute caught up with me. I was awake last week worrying if I was going to get reamed for my poor time management skills and finally get caught. Thankfully, everything went very smoothly and the only hiccup wasn't my fault.
So as I was going to my final meeting this morning, I saw a crackhead crawling around in the middle of the street. I guess he was confusing broken glass with rocks. The thing is last weekend I was driving home and another crackhead was in the street and I nearly hit her! The other sad thing is this isn't even the third time this year that I've swerved to save a crackhead!! The smartest, but least cost efficient thing to do would be to move.
So now this brings me to my thoughts on crackheads. To say drug abuse is horrible is a vast understatement. My aunt just cleaned herself up from crack after using for the last 20 years. I've known my aunt as a crackhead longer than the way she is now. I don't have much of a relationship with her and her addiction basically destroyed my mother's side of the family. Not to mention through her drug use and prostitution she contracted HIV.
When I was swerving from this morning I thought to myself, wow, that's the way my aunt must've looked. The last time I saw her she looked liked the Crypt Keeper. Who the hell thinks when they're in elementary school they going to be an addict when they grow up? So on the drive to the meeting this morning I'm half-amused thinking about how I single-handedly saved a crackhead's life and the broken life of my auntie, The Crackhead.
