ongoing tiny tragedies
Well, my hopes that my workmate Co'ray was not gonna get into crystal meth are looking pretty unfounded.
We went and sat in his car and smoked a bowl this afternoon, before my shift started. "I'm smoking a lot less weed these days," he said, "now that I'm using crystal, too."
"Mmm," I said. I've said everything I'm gonna say about it. He knows how I feel.
"I might be moving to Oregon pretty soon," he says, perhaps in response to the look on my face, "I'll probably quit doing it then."
I just wanted to get out of the car so he couldn't see the look on my face.