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Twelve steps: One month. Twelve days.

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How's that going?

How do you think?

On a scale of 1 to 10 where 1 is a shit sandwich and 10 is gargling with acid?

Does the acid have alcohol content?

I don't think so. I think it's mostly acid.

Damn.

Thought I found a loophole.

Nope, you're fucked. I guess it doesn't get better.

Don't want to discourage you, kid, but ...

Well, it's a little late for that anyway.

Just stay away from meth. As soon as I see you guzzling Mountain Dew and Skittles ... -mimes axing his throat with his hand-

-picks his tobacco sack out of his back pocket and starts rolling- How's it been?

I don't do meth... *there is an unspoken "anymore >_>" there.*

Less shitty than usual, but still pretty shitty. This surprises no one.

Wow, that's really great, Jimmy.

Great for who?

For you I assume. I mean why else are you doing it?

Good question.

You'd think they would tell you at one of the first meetings.

Pfft. I don't need no meetings.

Oh? So how are you doing the whole twelve step thing?

I just went to my first meeting Saturday.

It's tough. I don't know how I'm gonna do it. But you've made it almost a month and a half, man. That's real good. Hang in there.

Edited 2008-11-06 15:39 (UTC)

The meetings are bullshit. If they try and ask me about my higher power one more time ...

Yeah. I'm kinda nervous about that. I mean, I'm not really, uh, religious, you know, so...I don't really know what to say. I don't even know what that means, exactly. I mean...what if you don't have a higher power? I don't understand why I have to have one to get better.

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