it never seems to get better [ota]
Jeremy knew he was in trouble. He had skipped his last two shifts at the store with Ric, choosing just not to show up or even say anything about it but he figured no one was going to care. If they did care, they would excuse him, right?
At least that was how his brain was working at the moment but that might have something to do with the fact that he was just a little stoned at the moment. Not that he was outright smoking a joint at the moment but the smell of weed most likely clung to him enough that someone could pick it up if they got close enough. Not that there was anyone close to him right now though.
At this moment in time, Jeremy was sitting under a tree in the park, quietly and lazily sketching in his notepad. This is pretty much what he does now; disappear, get stoned and then draw for awhile. He wasn't talking to anyone but what was he really supposed to say that he hadn't already said?
Letting out a sigh, he looked up as he briefly glanced around again just to make sure he was still alone.
At least that was how his brain was working at the moment but that might have something to do with the fact that he was just a little stoned at the moment. Not that he was outright smoking a joint at the moment but the smell of weed most likely clung to him enough that someone could pick it up if they got close enough. Not that there was anyone close to him right now though.
At this moment in time, Jeremy was sitting under a tree in the park, quietly and lazily sketching in his notepad. This is pretty much what he does now; disappear, get stoned and then draw for awhile. He wasn't talking to anyone but what was he really supposed to say that he hadn't already said?
Letting out a sigh, he looked up as he briefly glanced around again just to make sure he was still alone.