I am on the way to school. It’s getting warm in Alabama, warm and wet. Last night I remembered that I still have a big bottle of wine stashed in my room. I only ever drank it when I was hard up, and it would usually find a way to meet my clothes or sheets. Now I am wondering what to do with it, my family drinks alot of wine. So I could attempt to slip it into the kitchen as unnoticed as I slipped it out. I could also just tell my mom, but I usually try to hide the real depths of my depravity from her. Once when she had to do a practice physical for np school she shined a light up my nose. I am sure she knew the corrosive effect cocaine has on your nose, but upon seeing it in her own son she could only sigh and look very dejected. I haven’t done any blow for a long time, but with no science to back it up I credit the stuff with opening up my nasal passages enough for me to breathe through my nose. I have little slit nostrils and have been told several times, “my brother, sister, whatever had nostrils just like yours and had to have surgery” I guess I have always been one for natural cures. Some kids in my class are giving speeches today, hopefully since this is the first of 3 speech days they might be alright. Mine is Friday when all the dullards can make me look even better by comparison.
