rehab

Date: 8/15/2019

I only remember a little bit. I was with Mom at home and another relative that was a fat man with a child. mom kept accusing me of drugs and lying. I somehow was going to rehab in one week. I wanted to get drugs and go out with a bang but no money or gas. I gave a sob story to the fat relative, saying I could die from withdrawals and I was really sick and needed money. (I wasn't withdrawing, just wanted to have some fun) he gave me $20, mom saw so I stuffed it down my pants. later I somehow had $35. I messaged zarium(a friend) to see about getting drugs. I went with the relative and his little boy to the store in dad's red truck. we ran out of gas and the scooter was in the back so we got it out for him to drive but he walked instead. the kid freaked out and ran after him. I calmed him down and got him into the truck and locked the doors. when the relative got back he had a wierd thing to plug into the truck to make it electric and not need gas. it was a playing card with a cord. he said it was only $0.75. I figured I'd go get one also and have more money for drugs and not need gas. then I woke up.