This seems like the appropriate thread to post in. Keep in mind I'm still pretty drunk from the night before.
Things went really south back in October. For starters, at the beginning of the month, my brother decides he's really hungry at about 5 AM and asks me to drive him about 15 minutes away to pick up food. I had stopped drinking hours before and felt completely fine to drive. Apparently the police thought otherwise, as they stopped me 5 blocks from my house on the way back for "not yielding sufficiently" (I live in a small town with a lot of bored, eager officers). In spite of doing fine on the field sobriety test, I stupidly consented to a breathalyzer test and got myself a DUI. One hilarious sidenote about this story is us getting the truck back and finding that the pizza inside had about 4 slices missing. Apparently the towing company was resourceful in not wasting food.
Two days later, I'm having a cigarette outside at about 10 AM. Two cops stroll up my driveway, one being the testosterone-overdosed asshole that arrested me, asking to see my mother. I ask them what it's for, and I'm told that they can't say. They then ask to search my house to see if she's there (she was at work), and when they said that they didn't have a warrant, I more or less told them to go fuck themselves. I'm fuming for two hours, thinking it's simple harassment (this is the same department that stopped my brother a couple of weeks ago for no reason, just to make sure that I wasn't driving, in spite of the fact that the vehicle I was driving when I was arrested wasn't even mine), and angrily inform my mother that the cops were asking about her when she gets home. When I tell her this, her face turns sheet white and she immediately tells me that she has to go to the station.
She is absent for a few hours, during which my girlfriend comes to get me and my brother to go get his truck out of the impound lot. We leave separately, go to the store to get things for dinner, and pull up to my house, which is surrounded by police vehicles. I now can't go in my house because it's being torn apart by federal agents. Apparently my mother had a crippling opiate addiction that neither my brother or I knew about (fifty 10 mg Vicodin a day) and resorted to some serious theft in order to support it. She goes to a nice rehabilitation facility for a month and decides to quit everything, even cigarettes (she's still doing amazing), but is potentially facing a 4 year sentence in department of corrections. My brother just moved out, so that leaves me to take care of a house and three dogs. I'm a liberal arts student with an appropriately shitty LAS student job, so even with getting a second one, which I have lined up, things will be tough. So much for completing my two degrees this year.
What I'm basically saying is that I probably won't be able to make it to MDF this year.
If you're taking that much vicodin, you might as well buy Heroin instead. Better bang for the buck... but that's irrelevant.
