Oh, Meth, pt 2.

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Woke Zack up around 10. It had been 18 hrs, and my room smelled like a litter box. He wasn't terribly coherent, and kept checking his phone. He looked exactly like every other addict I've ever had over. The same dirty jeans, the same backpack, the same mannerisms. I offered him a ride to where ever he was going next, but he didn't have anywhere to be until 4ish, and I wasn't okay with him hanging out until then. I gave him $5 for the bus, and the number for a couple housing and rehab places. Took Roommate Rich to the bank, came back and cleaned my room. Sprayed and vacuumed my room and bed, washed my sheets, and took out the bathroom trash containing Zack's dirty, wet underwear. Room still smelled like a litter box.
Went with Tim to House.Boi's holiday party...it was okay. Tim had work to do on his boat over the weekend, and didn't want to be in my hair over the weekend, so I dropped him off at his boat. Went out dancing with Big Eric and his new roommate. DJ was Luis Perez, so I was expecting good things, and was sorely disappointed. We left a little after 1.