Today, my mother and Tommy started asking me if I thought I needed to go to a rehab to make myself look better with the courts. I told them that I think that would make me look guilty, when I’m trying to show that the needles weren’t mine. If I go to rehab and say I have a drug problem, how can you expect them to believe me?

They tried to say that I’m addicted to marijuana and I should go for that. I told them that there’s a big difference between smoking pot and doing heroin. I smoke marijuana because it makes me feel better — It helps with my anxiety and my pain. They don’t see it that way – To them, it’s illegal and that’s the end of it. I told them that I could stop smoking, and Tommy told me that there was no way I could.

I asked him if he wanted to bet.
He said yes.
So I’m going to stop smoking pot.

I’m handing over what little marijuana I have and the last bowl I’ve got after the cops took all my other ones. If I stop smoking for 10 years, he’ll buy me a car. He said even if I have another car, he’ll still buy me one. But the bet “still goes on forever”. Afterward, I can’t just start up again. I think I’ve about had my limit of legal troubles in my life, and I don’t want to do anything that could bring more.

I can totally do this. November 1, 2020 I’m going to be the owner of a bitchin’ car.