as i walked out the gas station, i see a familiar face, V... she goes around collecting stuff to recycle. exchanged pleasantries, i look over and a hoooded head nods at me, "that's my son " she says. WELL geez i didn't know your son slangs dope. "ya need anything ?" uh oh that brief moment where you're like "FUCK" am i gonna relapse with dinner to go to and shit to do tomorrow, hate myself, throw up, filled with regret etc.
"nah , i'm good"
phew. but fr when shit like this happens , i just think of it as a test... NEVER GOING BACK TO OLD WAYS