>be me, Jerry>finally crawl out of rehab after 90 days of arts & crafts and crying circles>thought I was clean, thought I was reborn>walk into arrivals expecting mom with flowers>see this absolute creature holding a neon green poster board>backwards cap, purple silk shirt unbuttoned to navel, jeans so ripped his balls are basically waving hello>duck face so intense it could deflect bullets>sign says WELCOME HOME FROM REHAB "JERRY"! covered in crayon dicks, syringes, and a stick figure snorting a line off another >stick figure’s ass>he’s swaying like he’s on a boat in a hurricane>lock eyes, he screams “THERE’S MY FAVORITE RELAPSE WAITING TO HAPPEN” and sprints at me, sign held high like a battle >standard>full tackle hug, knocks the wind out of me>whispers in my ear “I finished your stash for you bro, had to make sure it didn’t go bad”>smells like burnt plastic and cheap cologne>security already looking>he grabs my hand, drags me toward the parking garage>“family’s waiting at home with cake, we’re taking the scenic route”>scenic route = alley behind terminal 3>pulls out a baggy the size of my fist>eyes glowing like he’s been possessed by the spirit of every bad decision I ever made>grin splits his face in half>realize I never actually left rehab>this is just the final test>fail instantlyWelcome home indeed
you don't have it dude don't try to be funny again
you have it dude keep trying to be funny again
>>23970460you don't have it dude don't try to be funny again