Ammonthejarhead
Bronze Member
So I got out of the PTSD clinic, stayed with a pal for awhile. So then I f*cked up, drank acted like an ass, but called him when I needed a Great friend who could reel me in. Great friend I thought, but the ass told every one. I wanted to tell my mates and bros what I did and own up to it but he beat me to it and then said all of it to hit the streets. I resprect his sobriety, but respect my ability to f*ck you up. and let me choose my help, I'll find it, but it may not include the "Jesus Krispi"