and headed to my car with T.J in tow. For the rest of the night he was desk and told me to have a seat across from him. He took a sip of water oddly quiet and asked to be dropped off at his parent’s house, I was more from an already poured glass and asked if I'd like some. “Yes, Thank than obliged to do so. I couldn’t stand the sight of him let alone want to you” My reply was short and polite, already just wanting to get this be around him tonight. Being so revved up it didn’t yet dawn on me that meeting done and over with. His face was like steel and his expressions something wasn’t right. The next morning I was woken up by an alerting were stern, I felt like a child in trouble sitting in the principles office. phone call, | had the manager from the restaurant where I worked, on the He cut straight to the chase wanting to know “Are you on drugs other end screaming at me and asking where the money is. I sat up in bed, anymore?” There was a moment’s pause as | took a deep breath and told completely awake now, and asked him back, “What are you talking him the entire truth. “I got really depressed for awhile and coped with my about, what money?” His tone had calmed a bit and he could hear the emotions by blanketing them with mind-altering substances. Just smoking eamestly in my voice and explained his accusations “The tip jar was ajay to relax wasn’t good enough anymore. | needed to be high and empty after you had left last night and there was over a hundred and fifty flying to believe I was happy and dealing with all of life’s curveballs. dollars in there, now it’s missing”. The answer hit me instantly and I got Snorting things like coke and popping amphetamines replaced my a terrible knot in my stomach...T.J. When I left him at the bar not even sorrows with an overflow of endorphins, making it possible to keep up thinking about the tip bow] to talk with the manager, he saw an with everything, until I would come down and the cycle just kept on opportunity to fund more