It has been a really long time since I have been tempted to drink. Far too long to remember the last time. I was tempted this morning as I sat with Big S and Ferret in front of the convenience store run by the middle eastern men.
"One drink ain't gonna hurt ya!" Ferret exclaimed as we sat there on the curb.
He pulled out a malt liquor bottle from his backpack and pushed it towards me.
"One drink. Try it," he said.
I didn't drink it, though. I pushed the bottle away. I was more interested in Ferret's new apartment in the same apartment complex as Rosa.
"My grandfather is paying my rent," he told me.
"So, your disability money goes to beer?" I asked.
"Yeah, that is about right," Ferret said.
I chuckled. One of the nice things about Ferret is his honesty. He will tell you like it is.
It was so good to hang out with the gang again. This gives me some purpose to life. I know they are not the most outstanding friends, but they are my friends none-the-less. They accept me for who I am faults and all.