Sweet Amber

I just spent the last 1 and a half driving around the dark streets of my local area.

My mom went for a run, and never returned.

It became dark, I started to worry, my dad started to worry... he got in the Honda, I got in the Monte, and we went looking. I drove all over, getting more and more worried...

I finally get a call from my dad saying that she's home.

We used to have this problem with my old dog, Hunter. He'd get loose and dissappear for hours on end, and I'd be so worried I couldn't sleep.

My mom is not a dog.

Why was she gone? She was at the neighbors house, drinking beers, getting drunk. Too incoherent to realize that we were searching for her, too incoherent to even THINK to call one of us...

So she's home. Reeking of beer. Don't know how much she drank, but it was enough.

If one more person tries to tell me that getting drunk is "ok", they're either going to be swallowing their teeth, or if they're a girl, well I guess I'm just gonna have to stop talking to them.

I'm not even the one getting drunk and look what it's doing to me... I have to get out of here.