I was going to write about my new neighbor who likes to have sex with the window open and who doesn't want her partner to stop - especially at 3 am. And then I was going to launch into how some kids in the parking lot where then yelling up to the lady to moan a little louder because it was making them hot. And then I was going to talk about how I had to put on my iPod so that I could sleep because I could hear them - both sets - through my closed windows. But instead I'd like to write about my run in with a former drug user.
Today was busy, which was good because I've been spinning my wheels over stuff lately and sitting at home, alone, does not provide a good outlet for me. So when my friend asked me to volunteer at her fundraiser today I jumped at the chance to go help out a good cause and get my behind off the couch. I'm an avid volunteer. Which I don't think is an overstatement because I do volunteer a lot.
So after the event is over and we're cleaning up Janice Joplin is on the stereo and someone makes a joke that it sounds like bad karaoke. I laugh and say that she was defiantly a product of her time and would never be a star now in our beauty obsessed culture. Then the lady next to me starts taking about how crazy Janice was and how she watched a biography on her on A&E. I then say something along the lines of "Well I'm sure all the drugs she took didn't help her craziness any." € For which they lady then gets very quite and then launches in on how she was a druggie and that it's not craziness that starts it ... blah, blah, blah ...
So I there I am standing there, at a loss for words. I actually had no words. Nothing to say. I'd obviously offended her and then she starts talking about how she ask God for his help everyday so that she can stay clean and help her babies. OMG! I was like a deer in headlights thank goodness someone needs me to take stuff to the refrigerator because otherwise I would have been stuck there trying to defend what I said, which wasn't even that bad.
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