Junkies … On The Bus! (Another in a series …)
JotB: The woman at the clinic said she wasn’t gonna give me any more methadone. I told her I was totally fine now, that I didn’t have the impulsive behavior or violent thoughts anymore, but she still said no. If she was a man I would’a hit her.
JotB1: … so I told her, “hey, stop trumpeting my intentions.”
JotB1: You know, like a trumpet. Like, blowing your horn.
JotB2: Blowing your horn?
JotB1: You know, like talkin’ shit.
JotB2: Oh sure. I mean, yeah.