So court went a little different than a figured, got a 10 day stay (just a little shorter than I was expecting). I got out yesterday and was picked up by my old neighbor/pot dealer(Bad idea but a ride is a ride), and the first words out of his mouth "I'll front you a kilo, for 10gs. you'll have 3 weeks to pay me back... its some ATF.
You interested?" WTF am I supposed to say to that?!? That a fuckton of great pot for dirt, But I don't want to get back into that trade, but that's allot of money(minimum 5k profit...who couldn't use that, and god knows it would only take my a week or so). I ended up telling him I had to think about it...so much for staying away from drugs...
He drops me off at Jess's (my tattoo artists) house, I plugged my phone in to charge and started getting inked up. Half way through the Pink Floyd hammers tattoo(1 of 4 tattoos that got done) I get a call from that bitch my ex. She asks my how I was doing and where I was, when i told her what i was doing she asked if I would get a tattoo for her. Depending on what it was I said sure. She said she wanted me to get a heart with her initials in it under the sickle of the grim reaper on my left forearm(same as my avatar btw)...I simply responded fuck no and she started crying called me an asshole and hung up the phone...did I miss something? Jess took me back to my place after we finished up after a long 7hrs and I waited for my buddy to get back with my car he stole while i was locked up and I went for a "drive".
On the drive(that ended being a lap around IL) earlier today around 11am my old boss called me and offered me my job back with a dollar pay raise, and better hours...Good offer but idk, really don't want to go back but I'll run out of cash soon and the job market is a shithole.
I'm currently sitting in a small dirty motel room (zoning out to some metal) in Coal Valley, IL aka butt fuck nowhere...and wondering why the fuck I'm not taking these offers?, Am I strong enough to take them with out just going back to square one?,Why am I so scared of who I was/who I am?, And WTF is up with my ex?
Short version: Offered allot of pot for cheap. Ex is... I have no fucking clue. Just got some new tattoos. Old boss offered me my job back. I'm confused and in butt fuck nowhere.

He drops me off at Jess's (my tattoo artists) house, I plugged my phone in to charge and started getting inked up. Half way through the Pink Floyd hammers tattoo(1 of 4 tattoos that got done) I get a call from that bitch my ex. She asks my how I was doing and where I was, when i told her what i was doing she asked if I would get a tattoo for her. Depending on what it was I said sure. She said she wanted me to get a heart with her initials in it under the sickle of the grim reaper on my left forearm(same as my avatar btw)...I simply responded fuck no and she started crying called me an asshole and hung up the phone...did I miss something? Jess took me back to my place after we finished up after a long 7hrs and I waited for my buddy to get back with my car he stole while i was locked up and I went for a "drive".
On the drive(that ended being a lap around IL) earlier today around 11am my old boss called me and offered me my job back with a dollar pay raise, and better hours...Good offer but idk, really don't want to go back but I'll run out of cash soon and the job market is a shithole.
I'm currently sitting in a small dirty motel room (zoning out to some metal) in Coal Valley, IL aka butt fuck nowhere...and wondering why the fuck I'm not taking these offers?, Am I strong enough to take them with out just going back to square one?,Why am I so scared of who I was/who I am?, And WTF is up with my ex?
Short version: Offered allot of pot for cheap. Ex is... I have no fucking clue. Just got some new tattoos. Old boss offered me my job back. I'm confused and in butt fuck nowhere.