Pretty much my only guy friend who still lives in this town is one more stoned text from pushing me over the brink. He can't get a job because he can't pass a drug test, and all he does is complain about how he doesn't have a job and get stoned. I offered to drive him to a job interview with a security firm last week and after waiting 30 minutes at the agreed upon meeting place, he then texts me to ask if I can pick him up.
I wonder what it's like having friends who also happen to be adults, rather than overgrown teenagers.
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