u/Dangerous-Flow-7496 — tumbrall

Almost got my first drug charge at the beginning of the month… yeah the cops weren’t after my ass because I had meth on me, it’s because of the suicide note I texted my mom after being up for 6 days straight.

I threatened her I had fenanyl and would OD on it at a hotel. After evading the first dispatch, already anticipating that my mom would call the police department immediately after sending that, even calling the local sheriff and telling them that she was overreacting. I was feeling like a pretty genius, 300IQ, 4D chess player after defusing the situation…

Ummm… my dumb ass forgot what I sent her earlier and then told her I was getting a hotel… Honestly just to shower, shave, drink, and smoke meth. Yeahhh uhhh… I got intercepted by the police and they were going to just put me on a 5150 after being held in a holding cell for 2 hours, already crying, whining, screaming, turning red, bitching, and feeling like I already spent an eternity in there because I didn’t have my precious booze and meth on me.

They already explained to me that I was just simply being detained, not arrested, even already seeing if I had any warrants or record but saw that I’m pretty clean. Still didn’t stop me from having a teary-eyed mental breakdown in front of career criminals with teardrop tattoos… God I’m so pathetic and this is why every cop from every surrounding county doesn’t take me seriously at all, NOT THAT I WOULD LIKE THAT, MIND YOU.

“Sir, we don’t care about the meth, we’re tossing it out. You’re staying at exodus for a night and will get out in the morning after being evaluated. If you had fentanyl on the other hand, now that would be a different story. Now, don’t scare your mom like that again.”

How do I treat my mom the next day? After she picks me up from exodus and just wants to take me to a short 3-4 day detox that lets you keep your electronics? I’m going to cry now while typing this… We go to get tacos at our favorite spot and my cross-addiction to alcohol kicks in. I’m like “I’m going to detox anyway, why not get shitfaced and pregame in the meantime?”

I buy a bunch of micheladas from a nearby liquor store to enjoy with my tacos and a bottle of Disaranno that I try to chug down before my scheduled appointment in detox. I try filling the rest of the amaretto into her empty Coke cup that she had in the car, which she promptly kicked over and spilled it in pure disappointment and disgust. “When in Rome I guess, mom? Haha…”

I’m so plastered that voluntarily check out after a day at that nice comfy detox… I didn’t know how much time had passed, why I was there, just that I maybe had more shards of crystal in my car or contacts on my phone. Yes, this is the real kind of shit that makes me have SI sometimes, never mind you all of the degenerate shit before that that no one should have any sympathy for.