[today is a day to talk like a pirate]
I’m not much in the mood to do so, though.
I finally get to sever all ties with the detox center today after a 10 minute battlefest over the phone regarding my final paycheck, which I think they were hoping I’d just forget about. During my final week there, a 30′ish year old man brought in a teddy bear that looked suspiciously lumpy. The guy was addicted to crack and I swear on everything that bear was full of rocks. He was quite upset when he couldn’t have it.
One of the kids that I was particularly fond of at the mental institution had a stuffed animal that was cut open and resown time and time again; I assume to put in drugs or weapons or the like. By the by, that doesn’t really work, people. Mostly everyone knows to check such things. Get a little more creative. Also, we do look to see if the lining of your suitcase has ever been opened or has a zipper. Find somewhere else to store your porn or go without it for 5 days.
Working for LISD so far has been amazingly chill.
I need to go buy a new bike lock before class. My indestructible one turns out to be mortal after all. And happy birthday, by the way.