I'm ok. And none of you are mean.
Just realists telling an out of control recovering alcoholic what is up.
some updates:
My friend is going to die I think. It's Ok.
My landlord calls me. She does the hair of the lady whom kicked me out of minimart. They had a converstion. I need to go to Minimart and apologize to her in person. My try at having her fellow cashier tell her I was sorry was not acceptable.
The job, I don't know. I am waiting to hear from them.
Nookie and Squeaky, I don't know.
The girl in the bar my landlord also knows. "She might kind of like you because you tipped her so big". She is also 18.
Need the job, no it is not shitty they are awesome. Praying for it.