running away from home part 3. its february and i think i just quit the millionth retail job of my life. U come on my break and give me klonopin. i am starting to feel better. i steal a dress from my work, its ugly but whatever. so we are driving around santa ana trying to score for L and somehow we end up next to O's house in an empty model home and we're snorting grams on grams of coke, poping roxis, taking xans smoking dabs and its all good but u know, drugs suck. we end up fighting the next day and a cop runs my license and wow of course i have a bench warrant out for my arrest and they take me away. U bail me out, again.