Tasha Tells All

It had happened again.  I had stayed at my mother’s house longer than I had intended and I was losing my high.  I mean, I was coming down fast.

So I retired to the guest bathroom to do some blow.  Whilst in said restroom readying my drug paraphenilia my mother came to the door.  She said, “Honey, are you dropping a deuce in there? Don’t forget to use the matches.”

“No, Ma! Leave me alone.” I replied.

Mom came back about 5 minutes later and again reminded me to use the matches.  But this time she scared me so bad I dropped all my blow into the toilet bowl.  Normally, I wouldn’t let that kind of thing stop me, but as I was at my mother’s house I realized there was plenty to steal and she would never turn me in…being my mother and all.

I stole the TV and her wedding ring and enjoyed the best high of my life from the cocaine I bought with the proceeds.

I love my co-dependent mother. And she loves me.