Nonsense

didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they’d make a difference in my life that day.

“do you have a history of drug and alcohol abuse?” he asked.

“yes,” i answer.

“what do you take?” he asked.

made a mistake and laughed before saying “everything”.

gave him pause but only for a second. just long enough for me to laugh again. he didn’t ask what kind of history and it didn’t occur that he was referring to me personally at first. my mind had translated the question as,

“have you experienced a history of abuse involving drugs and alcohol?”

couldn’t tell him about the monkey-lizard brain syndrome or about the alien artifacts implanted in the heels of my feet cause they’d call medical.

he then asked what everything was. i explained how i’d witnessed things from heroin to food abuse then asked how it is they can they lock people up for buying shit they sell?

i had to blow, came back with zero and got a misdemeanor on account of my conversation being construed as obstruction.

bravo zulu bitches.

easy day.