We hadn’t seen each other in months. Things had changed. I got a girlfriend. You got reacquainted with meth. I walked in to your apartment and I was stunned. You’d made so many modifications, the place was unrecognizable. There was the ceiling light fixture in the living room that was now a giant metallic spider with glowing, green eyes. There was the table saw in the kitchen and the drawers full of screws, nuts, bolts, and other hardware. Not a single eating utensil to be found. Oh, that’s right. Tweakers don’t eat.
As I stood there with a mixture of awe and horror combined with a dose of genuine admiration at your creativity and workmanship, the only thing I could manage to say was…”Wow…you are NOT getting your deposit back.”
~~Story by Greg Gateley
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